“Hi. Is this the line for tickets?”
That simple question has changed my life.
I would say that I couldn’t have written the last seven months if I tried…but in some ways, I just about did. I need to go back November of 2018, so, curl up with your favorite beverage and get comfortable.
I purchased tickets back in July of 2018 to Louisville SuperCon. My daughter and I love going to Comicons and William Shatner would be there. I have the first book I read from the Star Trek universe that I get autographs in, so having Capt. Kirk among them would be AMAZING.
I was going to cosplay for the first time on Saturday in Steampunk, so I was super excited. My daughter and her friend were cosplaying for all three days.
I would like to say that leading up to the trip was all sunshine, but in all honesty, it was hell. My husband and I weren’t exactly fighting, but it was a state of heavy silence and unspoken words. I couldn’t wait to leave. I needed the space and a chance to clear my head. We left in a not-so-pleasant note as well.
The drive was fun with the girls and we arrived at Jeffersonville (across the river from Louisville) about 8 that night. We got settled in and had dinner. I did my usual planning for the next morning before falling into bed.
Friday morning was a good morning. We got up, took our time and got ready. I had made arrangements the night before for transportation for the weekend. I didn’t want to deal with traffic and parking at all. We took the hotel shuttle to the convention center into Louisville and got there about 9am.
We made our way to the line for tickets and waited. And it was then that my life changed.
This guy came up behind us and asked if this was the line for tickets. I said yes and we chatted as we waited. We continued talking until the convention officially kicked off. He made some comment about the shoes I was wearing and that I would have them off before noon…I took that as a challenge. We parted ways and only saw each other briefly later on. I did look for him after the noon deadline about my shoes, just to show him I was still wearing them. Of course, my feet hurt like hell because of all the walking. He was right, though, but let’s not go there. LOL
He was on my mind the rest of the day and into the night. There was something about him that pulled at me. I searched for him all day Saturday and was disappointed that didn’t see him. It was that evening that I made a promise to the Universe…if I saw him again, I would get his contact information. There was just something about him.
Even on Saturday night, I said out loud, ‘What is it about this guy?’
Sunday morning was stressful…between the girls being exhausted and rushing to get ready, it was bad. I packed everything and loaded it into the car before we left for the convention. I was already worn out before leaving for the day. It was only when we got into the shuttle that I took a deep breath.
In the back of mind was ‘please let me see him’ on repeat. And yet, I still couldn’t tell you why. Here’s where things get interesting.
Que the 80s songs from any of the many John Hughes movies…
As we were going up the escalator to the main convention hall and there he is going down the other side. We looked at each other and he hurried down and got on mine. I had to turn away because I had the goofiest smile on my face. Plus, I was blushing like some teenage girl.
Over the course of the day, we talked a lot, shared tidbits, and I finally got up the courage to ask him for his Facebook information–only for him to say that he’s not really on it. I waited for sometime before I could summon the strength to ask for his number. He did give it to me…in case you were wondering.
There were three moments that stood out…moments that made me forget how to breathe.
First: I was sitting next to him and I moved my knee just enough to touch his.
Second: I showed him a video on my phone and he placed his hand behind mine.
Third: As we were leaving, he softly and quickly placed his hand just on the small of my back when I got up from my chair.
So, what was the really strange part of this encounter you ask? Well, during our conversations on Sunday, at different times he would almost word-for-word quote dialogue that is in my novel. And then, because, well, I’m weird…I asked what his birthday was. It is the same day as the love interest for the MC in my novel. Yeah. WEIRD.
I told him that I was writing a novel series and he asked if I was looking for an illustrator. I said no I wasn’t (turned out though, he had a great idea).
We left the convention to head back home and I couldn’t get him off my mind. Hell, even the drive home it seemed like the Universe was talking about him. On two different stations, the song “The Sky is Crying” by Stevie Ray Vaughan played. I found out later that he really liked SRV.
I sent him a text the next day of the picture with Shatner and that’s when everything started.
Useless Ramblings 
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