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07/25/10(Sun)04:21 No.3327480My
first con (years and years ago) started with a miserable case of fail.
Delayed flight, something happened to my ear on the flight that left me
with a vague sense of vertigo for a whole month, got trapped into a car
ride with a cyberstalker, missed the panel that I wanted to see the
most, blah blah blah.
So the end of the first night I'm chilling
in the lobby (my roommate was banging a girl in the room) and I
realized that the girl next to me, her outfit was defying gravity.
Without thinking, I leaned in to figure out how the hell it was staying
up. Ended up figuring it out on my own, but we ended up talking for a
good five minutes about it and various cosplay tricks. As soon as she
left, I realized that I virtually PUT MY FACE IN HER CLEAVAGE, turned
bright red and had a horrible awkward moment.
A guy starts
laughing and walks up to me, asking if its my first con. We end up
talking for like, fifteen minutes, making jokes and just having a lot
of fun. As he wanders off, a friend runs up to me and asks me if I knew
who that was. I said no, only to be informed that Scott McNeil had been
the one to talk me out of a level of embarrassment that otherwise
probably would have left me in my room for the rest of the con. |