I just double checked my calendar and realized I have less than four weeks until San Diego Comic Con, and began to reminisce about the one I went to last year.  The term “Had a blast!” is a gross understatement, and there was a certain someone who I bumped into like ten times…

Now, I never watched Dr. Who (and only even know of it through mutual fandom connections, such as Torchwood which I only watched a few eps of for James Marsters), but I knew his face.  He was quite tall and slim–made me feel terribly short (which is no easy feat–5’11” here), and a few times he had a hat, in what I assume to be his version of being incognito?  Anyway, in the con, outside of the con, on the way to the parties I would try to crash, I couldn’t dodge this man!  And everytime I saw him, how I so wished I was a fan of his, or at least of the show, so that I could feel some kind of squee inside. 

Alas, it was a waste for me. 

But I thought I would share the experience of brushing past him and breathing his air so that maybe one day, one of his fans or fangirls can read it and enjoy a quiet squee to themselves.  No, really.  One of the biggest things of being a fangirl?

Vicarious squeeage.  Trust me, I know what I’m talking about on this. 

Until tomorrow…

And hey peeps–don’t forget to submit your favorite fangirl moment, photo, or person, place or thing you squee over.  First featured Fangirl will be next Monday!