Frank................I hate you!
Yeah, I met a few that way. Hell, that was about the ONLY way I had to meet chicks. It was such a childish "game" though. You couldn't be "solo", you had to be in some group and be in favor with the "in crowd" or you wouldn't meet anyone, much less have any invites to go out after the day's session. But y'all know me, I do things my way.
My great-great uncle, in his 80's at the time, was always on the prowl himself. He also looked out for me and introduced me to some very pretty and very sweet girls. Unfortunately, the local "in crowd" didn't approve. The first one I met, she and I wrote back and forth and talked on the phone, then come next assembly one of the little bitches in the "in crowd" decided to take action. She made sure A. and I didn't spend any time together at all. Those two were literally joined at the hip for the entire convention. I can remember her pulling A. off to walk somewhere else and A. looking back at me over her shoulder with this helpless look. That didn't end things for me and A. though, we still kept in touch and when "li'l bitch" found out, her nosy elder father called the elders in A.'s cong to put the kibash on the whole thing. I found out from A. later that she was called into an elders' meeting and strongly discouraged from any further contact with me.
The other one I met not long before I left, right before I got fired from the Empire. Drop-dead gorgeous latina. (thanks, Unk!) He was hitting on her big time when I saw him and walked up and said hi to him (meaning "hook me up, Unk!") he introduced me and walked off with this big grin on his face. We spent most of one day's lunch break talking. The "in crowd" took note and before lunch was over (oh this is so damn funny now looking back) there must have been close to twenty of them standing nearby, maybe 20 feet away, in this one group pretending to talk but all of them constantly looking at us. Even the girl noticed and it made her uncomfortable. I just laughed it off, smiled at them, and told her not to pay any attention to them. We had a couple of letters and a few phone calls after that, but then she broke it off. Seems she'd gotten a phone call.....
God I hate those assholes!
Mike.