My husband watches the show with me, and he lets me babble on about it. He even participates sometimes, offering his own perspectives and speculations, and he is often my first reader and beta. But I don’t think he ever envisioned himself attending a Supernatural Con. “I’d be the only guy there,” he’d tease. “Why do people want to go to these things?” The argument (borrowed from the Fangasm ladies) that attending fan conventions could be analogous to following a favorite football team around the country did little to convince him that he might actually have fun. When we arrived on the first day and got into line behind a trio of teenaged girls, I could see him inwardly groaning, putting on a stiff upper lip for my sake. He wanted to be on hand as my “moral support”. None of this was going to touch him, personally.
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