After a few martinis tonight I will take him out of his box and see what he's made of.
My initial reaction is that of fear. I'm scared of Big G and his high tech-y-snobbiness. I don't want him to sense my fear so I'm just going to play it cool with him at first. I'm sure before long, I will have him eating in the palm of my hand (or at least my wrist- ha ha).
PS: I realize (at the end of the day) too much cleavage for work. Oops.