This brief encounter actually happened over a month ago, at the last cosplay convention of the year for me, but I’ve been so busy I’ve only just found time to recount it. It had been a dry spell for me, with no meetings and an unsuccessful Comic Con, and given that I was hanging out with a group of friends at the year’s final event I didn’t really hold out much hope of that changing here. Nonetheless, sat drinking on the second night of the convention I couldn’t resist pulling out my phone and swiping through Tinder matches – there wasn’t much of interest, but I did find a couple of people who were also at the event, and one of them almost instantly matched me back a couple of minutes after I’d swiped.
The guy in question was 21 and a tall, lanky cross-dressing cosplayer I’d already seen around the con… he’s seen me too clearly, as he noted in his opening message. The small was pretty short and sweet before we both came to the same conclusion – we were both horny, and we both needed a release. The only question was when and how we’d separate ourselves from our respective groups of friends.