The Importance of Undergarments & Science Fiction Conventions-Part III

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The Importance of Undergarments & Science Fiction Conventions-Part III

I probably need to go back to the beginning. I was at a science fiction convention. Now before you go into convulsions and start waving the Vulcan “V” symbol with your hand and everything, it’s not that kind of convention. While were on the subject, lets also dispel another nasty rumor that always comes up when someone says they go to science fiction conventions— I am not what I would call a geek—maybe you would but I don’t think so. I have a life outside of this activity as well—thank you very much and I do not live in my parent’s basement although I do know many that do fit into this category, but that’s another story (see the Panel from Hell blog that hasn’t been written yet). But even that is not going to compare with what happened to me that weekend.

The conventions I go to are more about the books and media. Anyway, I go to conventions because I like science fiction, fantasy, and horror stuff. I also go to hang out with my friends and have some fun talking about the latest trends and all that stuff. So like I was saying, there I was at the convention and it was a Saturday night. I was sitting in the bar relaxing and having a beer as I perused the programming schedule to see what I wanted to do next. People I know were passing by and saying hello—just the usual things that happen at a con. But then the unusual happened.

The voice came from somewhere but I wasn’t actually sure where. It was as if the voice surrounded me like some home theater system—the sound simply resonating all around me.

“May I join you?” a woman’s voice said.

I looked up and saw this woman standing next to my little table and looking at me. Now first impressions are usually important in terms of understanding events. Let me explain, she was wearing this very slinky black evening dress…you know the kind with the little straps that look like if you pull on them they will fall apart. The first thought that came into my mind was that she was not attending the convention—convention goers are usually not known for their dinner dress apparel.

The rest of her that was tucked into this little dress was quite interesting…okay she was freaking gorgeous! Long brown hair that tickled her shoulders and a face that not only could launch a thousand ships, but which could launch an entire universe for that matter. Blue eyes that glittered with the reflection of light that gave the impression of a flickering candle. Soft smooth cheeks that seemed to beckon to be touched…and often. That's whenI should have realized I was in trouble.

To be continued...