Emcee and self-styled geek standup Ryan Glitch runs a fairly well-oiled machine in a conference room so steeped in sexual awkwardness one could cut it with a light-saber replica.“They call me ‘Giganakin,’” Glitch announces before the session kicks off, “because I’m overweight, and my costume is Anakin.”The statement isn’t entirely accurate.The lines are long, and Glitch will ultimately turn people (mostly men) away before opening the doors. ”“Well,” I answer, “you never know.”It’s a good enough answer to get me through the door, to where a DJ is playing the Star Wars Cantina theme on the other side of the room. The men are all instructed to grab a nametag, numbered one through 15. For the next hour, women refer to me as “Number 15.”Now it’s the women’s turn to enter. An odd contrast, to be sure, but one I’m thankful for when the timer sounds and a chorus of “hi”s echoes through the room.He counts off the women and an equal number of men, cutting off the line just before me.“Can I talk to you for a second? “Girls, up against the wall,” Glitch says into the microphone, adding, for laughs, “and spread ’em.” A man with a bit of a gut, dressed as Snake Eyes from the G. Starting a conversation from scratch 15 times in an hour is hard, even for the most social among us.She may just be sitting across from you at New York Comic-Con’s speed-dating event. ” asks the woman with the plastic Freddie Krueger glove.“Sure,” I answer, a bit baffled. The parallels between New York Comic-Con and that song are obvious, she says. No one likes a know-it-all.) The freaks part, she says, is inherent—the geeks, the dorks, the nerds (my words), all decked out in costumes and paraphernalia. I’ve got a few theories, but given the fairly limited duration of our date, I keep them to myself. New York Comic-Con, it seems, is a dirty free for all.Given the unlimited conversational topics presented by the jam-packed convention happening above our heads, I would never have guessed we’d broach the work of the “Tik Tok” singer so soon.“There’s a song,” the woman explains, “Take It Off.” She recites the chorus, There’s a place downtown, Where the freaks all come around. Of course, there’s nothing particularly “dirty” going on in room 1A20.
Searching for a girlfriend who loves horror-movie paraphernalia and anime? Javits Center is not downtown, but I don’t correct her.If we felt uncomfortable or unsafe during a date, we were to stretch our arms and arch our back.Once the date was done, he would follow up, get the story, and probably toss the guy out.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.