Finding Love a Comic Con

I am not a comic book fan. I have not seen every Batman movie or even every Superman move (I think there are fewer).  But I LOVE Comic Con.  Truth be told, I have never actually been inside - I do not have the foresight to purchase tickets 7 months in advance and within a 2 hour window.

But I LOVE Comic Con. I love the people watching. I love how the entire city of San Diego transforms into a series of video games and characters I've never even heard of. I LOVE the passion. I love that people come from all over the world to celebrate, for all intensive purposes, cartoons.

If you're a SciFi geek or Comic Book nerd (used affectionately, of course) this is your weekend to shine!  And more importantly, find that special someone that shares the same passion as you.  How does one navigate this maze of people to not only find someone who is single but who underneath the costume you might actually like?

The keys to meet your Comic Match are in your outfit and where you go!  First of all, if you've got it, flaunt it! Wonder Woman is hot, confident and really says you are not screwing around!  And I have no idea who this "Angel of Fire" is but she looks pretty rocking to me.  Just remember, your costume should be a reflection of your personality.  This is key to conveying who you are before even meeting someone - this way, the right people approach you!


Where you go?  I'm talking after parties and hot spots around town.  Lou & Mickey's & Donovan's are outfitted with video games so if that's your thing I would head to a spot like that. Fluxx is a local night club featuring Snoop Dogg tonight. Even Basic is retrofitted for the occasion. And take advantage of all that time waiting in line at the expo! Strike up a conversation with strangers - even ones you might not think you are attracted to.  You just never know!

Naturally shy or introverted? Use some witty one-liners to get the conversation started! Such as -
* Are you always dressed as the Green Lantern or do you sometimes don the Superman get-up?
* If you were a superhero, who would you be? (Use only on someone NOT dressed as a superhero.)
* Have you checked out the giant Smurf? Think Smurfette is pissed she's not here?
* Do you always wear a cloak and carry a wand or only when you're off to fight Voldamort?

Most importantly...have fun, talk to strangers and take lots of pictures!!!

Love is a Marathon, Not a Sprint

I know what you're thinking...I am missing running SO much that it is now flooding my thought process completely. I am using some weak attempt to tie together dating and running.  Perhaps, but hear me out.

As a society, we tend to get wrapped up in the end result.  Which makes sense as we are measured in so many ways by results - at work, we have goals and most of us try to achieve them.  In running, we set a goal and then train to meet or exceed even it.  In short, we decide (or someone decides for us) that we want something and the expectation of results is created.

Usually there is a timeline but most of us want things now.  The 40 yard dash version, not the marathon version.  Now go outside and run a 40 yard dash and then tomorrow go outside and run a marathon - tell me how you feel at the end of each of them.  The dash is exhilarating, fun, gets your blood pumping and makes you feel great! Sure, you push yourself but you know you can get through it without working too hard. Tell me you feel the same about the marathon and I will call you a liar or you have a shot at the Olympics. It takes month of work - building up slowly, getting through rough patches where your body and mind are completely beat down and then the anticipation building up to the big day.  Not to mention the nerves the night before - the uncertainty of what lies ahead.  And the hard work pays off but not without even more WORK.  But in the end, it's totally worth it. It's this crazy emotional, physical, awesome journey that makes you feel incredible.  You realize all the work was totally worth it the second you hear your name called and your chip beep for the last time as you cross the finish line.  You swagger over to get your medal and water (or beer) to celebrate. The feeling is like non-other.  It's love. Your 40 yard dash was lust.

True love doesn't happen over night. It isn't made with a kiss or a diamond.  Or happen instantly after some really amazing event or major hurdle (the plot of most every rom-com).  It takes work and sacrifice and communication and all kinds of things that sound about as fun as training for four months for a marathon.  But somehow it's what we all crave and in the end it's totally worth it.

happily,
kim