The Genius Bar

Besides rock stars

and sexy fake football players

I have a total crush on these guys...

at the Apple Genius Bar.

Steve Jobs' little minions

My link to the man himself.

How cute are they, with their little faux hawks.

Anyways, I went into the Apple store today to purchase

a new ipod nano (because of... Columbus Day... in two weeks).

Don't worry, I used just a little of the donation money. Just Kidding.

I repeat, just kidding. Not funny. Too soon. Anyways...

the Genius who was helping me was also a runner (potential boyfriend? I thinkk soo. He was also seventy. And married. But those are just semantics in today's society, right?)

Genius: Can I help you ma'am?

Me: (Flirty giggle) Yeah, I was wondering if I could get a red Nano?

Genius: You sure can.

He whisked me over to a computer and deftly typed in his top-secret codes, all the while keeping a light-hearted, witty, dare I say, flirtatious conversation going.

Genius: So are you a runner?

Me: Yep

Genius: What races have you run?

awkward

Me: I haven't run any yet (hair flip), but I'm training for the White Rock Half.

Genius: Oh, that's a fun one. I use to run. Did White Rock a couple times.

Me: Wow. (lip purse)

Genius: So what's the farthest you've run?

awkward

Me: Just 4 miles so far.

Genius: You better get goin' girlie.

Yes, Genius. Thank you.

At this point, he asked for my email.

For checkout/promotional purposes, unfortunately.

And I left- with a new Nano the color of my broken heart.