Xander,
I was definitely love-bombed the first time I entered a KH - it was at the Westerville OH congregation. I had hair halfway down my back and was wearing casual clothes, I stood out like a sore thumb, I'm sure. I think that the emotion generated from that first experience with the dubs was key to my setting aside critical thought & accepting that this was truly God's org.
A few months later, I started attending a different cong. By this time, I had adopted the talk & the dress code, and had cut my hair. Funny, I wasn't love-bombed at all this time. Frankly, I was ignored!
I agree with you that for the dubs, a fresh face is one of the few things that causes them to feel any real excitement. Dub life is so monotonous and structured. The love-bombing isn't a ploy or tactic, it is just a by-product of an organization that destroys people's individuality to the point where they become so bored with each other that a new convert is one of the only real joys they experience.
The last time I attended a meeting was in January. It was at a congregation where I only knew 1 person. I could tell from the meeting & from the looks on people's faces that I was in a seriously dead congregation. Afterwards, they were clamoring to shake my hand and introduce themselves & find out about me. They were just dying for me to attend their congregation. But I knew by this time that the love wasn't real.
One time I was at a picnic and a bunch of us were playing football. A young man (I'd say 12 or 13 years old) who was not a JW was riding his bike around where we were playing. It was very obvious that he wanted us to ask him to play, you could see it in his eyes. I wanted to invite him so badly, but the others there were like "no, he's worldly". That was one of many experiences I had that showed how fucked-up and non-love the Witness way really is.