There's a Girl in the Clubhouse revisited

So...I went to my beloved local Comical Book store today to pick up my new books...and had a deLIGHTful time. I mean, I always have a nice time, in that I am picking up books that I want to read, and I get to pat the head of the lifesize Spider-Man statue in the corner. But today was especially nice.

Matt, the proprietor wasn't there today, but his trusty cohort Andy, was, so we were chatting in a desultory fashion, when another gentleman, whom I had not seen before, but whom Andy knew, joined in, and the next thing you know, we were in a Nerd Frenzy. We talked about Batman, we talked about Superman, we discussed Blackest Night, Geoff Johns and Ivan Reis, the price of artist's work on e-bay, the possible spoilers, and practically anything else. Various other customers were attracted and joined in, and it...it was just fun, talking about a topic that I am so fond of, with other people.

I mean, I get to talk about comics every day, when I log on the computer, and I do love it, but somehow, it is a little more immediate when you are doing it face-to-face, which is not something that I get to do too often.

And the nicest part, the VERY nicest part, is that I, a middle-aged Woman, was accepted without reservation. There wasn't any one-upmanship going on, or sideways looks, or "What's a GIRL doing in here!" which i have run into before upon occasion. Not often, thankfully, but sometimes.

So, I'm happy. Hot still, but happy, and content, and I'm going to sit down with a cold drink and read my books.



Incidentally, none of the guys could understand why I was upset with Kyle for lying to Soranik.

*sigh*