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cblj_backupOkay that was at once the funniest and saddest thing to happen to me in weeks, possibly months.
I had a great day at the convention -- saw some panels, wandered around, hung out, watched Batman and Superman go through the pizza line together -- and at the end of the day I went to nerd speed dating, which I signed up for because LOL, nerd speed dating. This is speed dating made up entirely of people who voluntarily attended a comic book convention.
And I struck out.
The way speed dating works is that everyone has a number, and you introduce yourself by your number, no names involved. At the end, after speed-meeting about two dozen people for 3 minutes each, you find the sheets with the numbers of the people you were interested in and write down your contact info on their number sheet. I met about half a dozen people I thought were interesting, one I really hit it off with, and at least half a dozen people who were way less socially adept than I am (I also got to know the guys on either side of me, one of whom was the most towering douche I have ever encountered).
So I wrote down my contact info on some papers and then went to collect mine, and I had zero contact infos. I had a blank sheet of paper.
Did I have something on my face? Was it the face on my face?
I'm going with the theory that people didn't find me nerdy enough, because the alternative is that I can't get a date at NERD SPEED DATING and thus am summarily un-dateable.
In all honesty, I did it for the lulz. I didn't exactly have hopes or aspirations involved -- I've reached a point where I'm pretty sure I'm not the kind of person who can sustain a long-term relationship, possibly even a short-term one -- so I'm cool with it. It's tragic, but in a way only I can be tragic, which makes it hilarious.
Anyway, the guy who runs it is really cool -- he does little stand-up routines during breaks -- and I can tell he works hard to make sure that nobody gets creeped on or made uncomfortable. So a shout-out to Scifi Speed Dating for making my utter social failure enjoyable, at least. :D
I had a great day at the convention -- saw some panels, wandered around, hung out, watched Batman and Superman go through the pizza line together -- and at the end of the day I went to nerd speed dating, which I signed up for because LOL, nerd speed dating. This is speed dating made up entirely of people who voluntarily attended a comic book convention.
And I struck out.
The way speed dating works is that everyone has a number, and you introduce yourself by your number, no names involved. At the end, after speed-meeting about two dozen people for 3 minutes each, you find the sheets with the numbers of the people you were interested in and write down your contact info on their number sheet. I met about half a dozen people I thought were interesting, one I really hit it off with, and at least half a dozen people who were way less socially adept than I am (I also got to know the guys on either side of me, one of whom was the most towering douche I have ever encountered).
So I wrote down my contact info on some papers and then went to collect mine, and I had zero contact infos. I had a blank sheet of paper.
Did I have something on my face? Was it the face on my face?
I'm going with the theory that people didn't find me nerdy enough, because the alternative is that I can't get a date at NERD SPEED DATING and thus am summarily un-dateable.
In all honesty, I did it for the lulz. I didn't exactly have hopes or aspirations involved -- I've reached a point where I'm pretty sure I'm not the kind of person who can sustain a long-term relationship, possibly even a short-term one -- so I'm cool with it. It's tragic, but in a way only I can be tragic, which makes it hilarious.
Anyway, the guy who runs it is really cool -- he does little stand-up routines during breaks -- and I can tell he works hard to make sure that nobody gets creeped on or made uncomfortable. So a shout-out to Scifi Speed Dating for making my utter social failure enjoyable, at least. :D
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Date: 2012-04-15 03:19 am (UTC)Clearly the problem was... what does Terry Pratchett call it? I can't remember. You know, the thing in "Thud!" where all the guys except Nobby Nobbs thought they didn't have a chance with the really gorgeous stripper, so nobody ever asked her out. Clearly everybody at Nerd Speed Dating was so overwhelmed by Sam's AWESOME that they froze up - didn't want to be the last name on a sheet of the contact info for everyone who met him. *cheeky grin*
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Date: 2012-04-16 07:00 pm (UTC)http://www.lyricstime.com/jackson-browne-somebody-s-baby-lyrics.html
It was one of my favorite songs growing up-of course, I always LOVED everything that Jackson Browne did!