Here’s the thing: I have no self control when it comes to shopping. I feel like as though I need whatever it is I’m buying or that it will bring me lots of joy instantly and I must have it right then and there or it will lose its splendor. That’s what happened when I bought tickets to Wizard World Comic Con in Chicago. I forgot what made me look it up because, in fact, I have never heard of Wizard World before, but I’m so happy I did.
Needless to say when I saw which celebrities were to be there, I had a panic attack because 1. I wanted to see ALL the celebrities, 2. I definitely don’t have that kind of money and 3. I couldn’t decide which celebrities
my bank account could afford I wanted to see. In no specific order:
- John Barrowman
- CM Punk (yes, I watch WWE)
- James and Oliver Phelps
- Wil Wheaton
- Milo Ventimiglia (a last-minute add, by the way; more on this later)
- Stan Lee
Anyone else that I see/meet at Chicago Comic Con would have been a bonus but those were the main ones. This is my first Comic Con and I want to do it right. Finally, I decided: CM Punk, my current WWE hero, wins my affection and excitement for the weekend. And that he did. I talked about this moment for weeks, how excited I was, how CM Punk and I are going to fall in love and get married. It’s true, this was all going to happen in a matter of minutes and no one could stop it.
Fast-forward to this last Saturday.
Jitters on the car ride, shaking when picking up our passes, clawing my friend’s arm when we walked into the convention center and the panel room. When CM Punk made his entrance, it was unbelievably surreal. My hands kept shaking and I was too scared to blink because I didn’t want to miss anything. (Thanks, YouTube, for correcting the shakiness.)
The man brought us pizza, for crying out loud. Who else could call himself The Best in the World, if not him?
While my friend and I were in line for our photo ops, I was shaking with excitement but when I got up to the man of my dreams, I froze. There was so much I wanted to say, but all that came out was, “Hi, how are you?” (incredibly cheesy grin included). His, albeit polite, response: “Good, how are you, my dear?”
Clearly this is a sign of true love, but what I was feeling on the inside was not outwardly expressed. I stood next to him, smiled for the camera, smiled more and walked away. Even while we were in line to get CM Punk’s autograph, I froze. I walked up, handed my poster, smiled, said thank you like a good little girl and walked away. (I smile a lot.) My friend stayed behind, told Punk how this is the best experience he’s ever had which led to Punk calling him back before he walked away for a fist bump. This was a complete shift in our expectations. I was going to have a big showcase of emotions but ended up being too much in awe to do anything, while my friend was sure he would be the silent statue.
Regardless, CM Punk called me “my dear”. For this being the first time meeting a WWE Superstar and attending a Comic Con, I felt pretty good about it. It could’ve gone better on my end, but I know better for next time. It happens.
I may have made a silly impression this time, but next time I meet CM Punk, I’ll be sure be more memorable. ;)