I love watches. I love clocks. Like a crack addict I’m instinctively drawn to them. So when the Apple Watch was announced I was certain I’d be among the first to buy one.
The pictures looked great: distinctive design, exquisite craftsmanship, refined. I read all the previews and articles I could find, watched as many videos too. I made a reservation to try one on as soon as possible.
I went to the Apple Store filled with expectation and excitement, sure it would be the 4th Apple device I’d be hooked on, the other three being the iPod, iPhone and iPad (sorry Apple fans, for laptops and desktops I’m die-hard Windows).
For 30 minutes I stared at it, tinkered with it, configured it, went through all the features. In the end I wound up feeling rather perplexed. I could muster up only one word:
Why?Surprisingly I didn’t leave the store disappointed. It was like I had forgotten about it by the time I had walked a few yards. The infatuation had already worn off, the crush long gone.
Maybe I’ll try again when Version 2 comes out. For now the Apple Watch is probably for many people, it just isn’t for me. And that’s perfectly fine.