Sci fi speed dating nycc
The day before, organizers told me there was a thousands-long waiting list already, but that I should just register and show up anyway, since most of the people on the list were guys.
Prejudices that plague the wider dating market are checked at the door: Asian men—who don’t fare well by Ok Cupid’s metrics—are a highly sought after commodity, possibly due to anime and Japanese dramas finally showing Asian male characters as objects of desire rather than derision.
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.
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.