Dating Mac: Why I’ll Never Go Back

by Amy on January 13, 2011 · 1 comment

I’ve spent the better part of the last three weeks transferring, transporting, exporting, importing, migrating, shuffling, and yanking — kicking and screaming —my entire computer world (a/k/a my entire world) from my (bleeped up) PC to my new Mac.  Once you go Mac you’ll never go back, as they say, and, well, the power button on my PC had gone and CRACKED merely because I’d dropped it on a small patch of concrete.

Once in coveted Macland, though, kind of like arriving in France for the first time, I had to wonder what all the fuss was about.  I don’t yet speak the language, so thus far I’ve found the experience more (bleeped up) than fabulous.

Until I stumbled on Cupidtino, that is.  Cupidtino, for those of you not yet admitted to the Mac club, is a dating website exclusive to Mac and Apple app users.  Which would include the cool, modern, forward-thinking, ultra-hip me.  Naturally I jumped at the chance to be part of this exclusive dating world.

The Cupidtino profile-intake process is, like all things Mac, straightforward and frills-free.  Username (Eve was taken so I chose AdamsEve…clever, no?), password, birthdate, of course I’ll follow your terms of use, and, faster than you can say applesauce, I became a member of Cupidtino.  Ever the practical Mac user that I am, I got right to the business at hand: searching for eligible Mac users in Tennessee in my age range.

The search results: a whopping three men.  Apparently Tennessee single men are behind the times, old-fashioned, stodgy, backward.  Ready to declare project Dating Mac an utter failure and run back into the arms of Dell, no matter how cracked up he is, I paused, took a deep breath, and took a closer look at my Mac matches.

And thank my lucky apples I did.  The results, true to Mac form, were precisely and exactly what I needed, straightforward and frills-free, without all the booting up, searching, thinking, waiting, loading, searching, pausing, pondering, searching, daydreaming, stalling, searching, biding time, searching some more…

No sorting through the junk here, because there, before me, was, in the form of one handsome dentist type by the username of…get this…

James.

Just James.  Straightforward and frills-free.

Drat, I wish the Eve username hadn’t been taken.  James + Eve.  So much nicer than James + AdamsEve.  How much more obvious could I be that I’m a Mac-irgin!

But back to Just James.  Dear Mac, how do I let Just James know I think he’s cuter than an apple pie?  Well, Mac-user Amy, you can either “Mac” him (like a poke, only better because it’s a “Mac”), email him, or even set a date to meet him at your local Mac store.

I decided to start with a friendly “Mac” and see where things go from there.

In the end, it turns out Mac is an acquired taste.  I think I’m gonna like it here.

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Marge Everhart January 13, 2011 at 8:33 pm

Love, love, loved it.

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