If you couldn’t tell from the title, I’m a con virgin. Or at least, I was until New York Comic Con. Yes, it was my very first convention. And yes, I am a nerd.

I wasn’t sure what to expect going into NYCC. I guess I was hoping that the con would be gentle with me. That it would assuage my fears and allow me to ease into things. God, was I wrong. There was no hand-holding, no warm-up period; there wasn’t even a scented candle. NYCC used me like a high school senior uses a freshman, and it didn’t even say “thank you” afterwards.

(more on a con virgin’s impressions after the jump) Continue reading »