Comic con speed dating
What would possibly make a more perfect Head Over Feels post? I predicted that the tattooed hottie in the sexy Ewok outfit would get the most numbers. They’re smart, funny, and probably own a lot of costumes. We chatted while we waited – most girls had never speed dated before, but most were Comic Con veterans.Also: I’m single, pushing 30, and own a Sonic Screwdriver with light and sound effects. The day drew nearer, and I started to actually get a little excited. And people who don’t love things sort of freak me out. I assumed the room would be filled with guys like this: Or this: Or maybe even this: Ugh. I arrived at the Javits Center last night and made my way through throngs of anime characters, Marvel superheroes, and several decent Marty Mc Flys (Doc Brown was signing at the Autograph Table). Some were with friends, some were rolling solo like me. ) We were herded into a convention room where pairs of folding chairs faced each other, each topped with a 3×5 index card and a pen.The host proceeded to tell a few “jokes” that made me wish I could pull the ol’ boobs-in-face-back-stretch secret code on Finally, the moment of truth. No love at first sight, but also no immediate evidence of serial killing tendencies. We were given the lowdown on the process – 3 minutes, no names, guys rotate, and keep track of the numbers of the dates we liked on our cards. Let me just say: the guys were, on the whole, quite lovely to talk to.
The host of the show introduced himself and gave us The Talk.The only excruciating part came at the end, when our host held us hostage and made us listen to his celebrity impressions. mon character hitting on an older woman, the kid is surprisingly suave.I don’t know if he realized the irony of pushing one’s chest closer to the face of a known creeper, but I assume not.He also told us that we “better have a sense of humor,” cause he was going to be lightening the mood with some “edgy jokes.” Get me out of here.