/cgl/ - Cosplay & EGL

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>need to find an abandoned bathroom to put on costume
>finally find one
>am sweaty and feel pressed to rush because bf is waiting outside
>realize when I bought the cosmetic sponges bf threw them in the backseat and I didn't grab them
>had to go get them mid-costume change
>am finally con ready by a quarter to 11
>"Okay bf, what panels sound interesting to you?"
>"Iunno.."
>okay.jpg
>grab a bubble tea since most worthy panels don't start til noonish
>we go to the vendors room
>bf spends his entire wad of cash and has little money to spend on anything else
>bf seems indecisive and doesn't appear interested in any panels
>it's really uncomfortable
>people aren't really approaching me unless I'm sitting or am away from bf
>realize he doesn't look too friendly or amused and he's basically a person-repellant
>gets indignant if I ask him where rooms to certain panels are on the map since he isn't doing anything besides carrying our duffel
>he purposefully lets us miss a couple of them so we aimlessly walk around forever
>take him to the cosplay contest
>he hates it
>complains about being tired
>asks me to drive off site so he can go see a friend
>we do that for an hour, I treat us to dinner because his money is gone
>we come back for one last panel at 11pm
>since we have to leave that night I ask him if he'd be willing to drive back half way since he has his permit
>he agrees
>on the road
>I start to nod off at about 1am and I have to pull over for 20 minute nap
>we hit a detour in one of the cities and we get lost
>hit half way point where bf was supposed to drive
>"I'm not good to drive"
>completely lose my shit
>awkward tension in the car
>have to suck it up to make it home
>because of detour we're home at 3am
He hasn't even woken up yet. I'm still pretty miffed. I would have had a better time at the convention had I just gone alone.
>tfw

>give me your best responses
I don't know.
There's a difference between some bitch that just wants to make you feel bad for not having ~*~real hair~*~ by treating you like an animal exhibit, and a cunt that fucking violates your personal space by grabbing your hair and pointing at you.
Christ Didi stop being a damn pushover.