There was a boy at con, and on the night of day two, he was looking stunning for the ball, with his hair in a bob, a black choker around his neck, a short plaid red dress, and the highest pair of converse I have ever seen, and he was adorable. Like a chump, I never asked him for his number or anything, nor did I abuse my staff power and check his badge to remember his name to look up and flirt with on facebook later. Oh well, a man can dream, a man can dream...