I Am Attracted to Intelligent Women
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I’m on vacation and decided to finally go ahead and get that new iPad. I went to the closest Apple store to pick it up and had a really nice encounter. It’s a Saturday at the Apple store. It’s totally nuts, not a place I go to willingly, but hey, I wanted my new toy right away.
But I’m glad I did. The Apple rep there was pretty, friendly and helpful and we got to talking. She’s moving soon to my former state, she said so as she checked my ID. Talked about where she was going, assured her it was nice. I had her when I’d heard of her small women’s college alma mater. We crammed a lot into that pickup appointment.
She said the nicest thing to me, which still lingers in my mind days later, influencing me to write this up. She said “Sorry this is taking so long, I like talking to you. You’re intelligent.” I smiled. I truly was interested when she was talking about her dream of working for the Boston Symphony. It’s the kind of dream I understand and would love to see fulfilled. I’m nice. I listen. And she wasn’t using my ear to rail against to world, but instead to talk about how she was finding her place in it. Her optimism was refreshing.
I was struck by the urge to ask for her number as she wrote down the Apple 1-800 helpline on the card. I didn’t though. I’m no pick up artist. I just picked up the iPad.
I’m on vacation and decided to finally go ahead and get that new iPad. I went to the closest Apple store to pick it up and had a really nice encounter. It’s a Saturday at the Apple store. It’s totally nuts, not a place I go to willingly, but hey, I wanted my new toy right away.
But I’m glad I did. The Apple rep there was pretty, friendly and helpful and we got to talking. She’s moving soon to my former state, she said so as she checked my ID. Talked about where she was going, assured her it was nice. I had her when I’d heard of her small women’s college alma mater. We crammed a lot into that pickup appointment.
She said the nicest thing to me, which still lingers in my mind days later, influencing me to write this up. She said “Sorry this is taking so long, I like talking to you. You’re intelligent.” I smiled. I truly was interested when she was talking about her dream of working for the Boston Symphony. It’s the kind of dream I understand and would love to see fulfilled. I’m nice. I listen. And she wasn’t using my ear to rail against to world, but instead to talk about how she was finding her place in it. Her optimism was refreshing.
I was struck by the urge to ask for her number as she wrote down the Apple 1-800 helpline on the card. I didn’t though. I’m no pick up artist. I just picked up the iPad.
46-50, M
