Last weekend was one of the year’s big conventions, so that meant a Thursday night of cramming far too many clothes and outfits into bags, and a Friday morning of travelling up the country with those big bags in tow. For once, I didn’t have a room to myself, but was instead staying with one of my housemates (yes, the one from this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4i5gmu/a_very_unexpected_drunken_time_with_a_housemate_fm/) as his boyfriend couldn’t make it and so some shuffling of arrangements left us sharing.
However, as he was travelling from elsewhere he wasn’t expected to arrive until some point that evening, which left me all alone to drag my bags from the train station onto a bus for the short ride to where the event was held so that I could register and get our room key. Although I thought I was arriving earlier than most, it turned out I was mistaken – I was left standing in what seemed like an endless queue for registration and rooms that left me wondering if I should have arrived earlier or later myself. Bored and with nothing else to do, I naturally opened up my phone, fired up Tinder, and half-heartedly swiped away for a bit, keeping a look out for others that looked likely to be at the same convention.