“Trust me, that’s the only way I thanked him,” she said.
“I had zero idea he said any of this until years later, and was absolutely shocked.
Once every three minutes, the men are instructed to stand up, take a step to their right, and start anew with the next available woman.
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.
When Tinder first launched in 2012, a beautiful green-eyed New Yorker who works in public relations flew out to California to stay with the company’s co-founder Sean Rad during a business trip for the dating app.We are first introduced to him outside, as he separates us into lines of male and female, forbidding pre-show inter-gender conversations, muttering the phrase “sausage-fest” several times, and generally lamenting the dearth of X chromosomes.“What kind of geek are you? I hesitate for a moment and respond, “Comics, I guess.” It’s not as popular an answer as I expected.It is a concern, no doubt, shared by both lines, and Glitch and his scantily clad girlfriend begin the process of flagging down women.Ours is the second of three such sessions held over the course of New York Comic-Con’s three days, and something about speed dating during the convention seems to have captured the imagination of the show’s attendees. That I’m here to report on the event, undercover.“Are you single? I nod.“Are you here just to report, or are you hoping to find somebody? Only now, with the women lined up against the wall facing us, is the contrast made painfully obvious. Nearly all of the women, however, are decked out, or, at the very least, have an accessory: a pair of goggles, a bright purple wig, the aforementioned pair of Freddie Krueger claws.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.And when it’s all over and the DJ has stopped spinning Lady Gaga, I still can’t see myself walking down the aisle to the Star Wars theme in the near future.I do, however, walk away with seven email addresses. Brian Heater is a writer and editor living in Queens.Night Shyamalan’s The Last Airbender adaptation (frankly, she’s shocked the director would even show his face at this convention). One woman seems genuinely impressed by the fact that I’ve attended San Diego Comic-Con.Only once does the topic of what I do for a living come up.He is editor of Gearlog and founder of the comics blog The Daily Cross Hatch.His writing has appeared in Spin, Entertainment Weekly, The Onion, The New York Press, and other publications.