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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: 2012-04-16 08:17 am (UTC)I did a speed dating event a couple of years back and at the end of the night you told the organisers who you were interested in and if you both said yes they sent you each other's contact info. But that was For Science, so I guess they had to keep a closer track of who did what with whom.