Alan, James, Tamara, and I went to RenFest again this weekend.
We took in a number of the usual shows, but this weekend had a new activity.
The process was simple. Every single person was issued a name tag that, instead of a name, had a number on it. You’d wear it in a place where you thought people were most likely to be looking. Then, when you noticed someone in the crowd that you wanted to get to know, you’d write them a message, addressing it with their badge number, and post it on a public bulletin board. In return, they might write you. It was Ye Ole ICQ, done with paper.
Since only singles were allowed to participate, Tamara removed her wedding rings, and she, I, and a kicking and screaming Alan went up to get our numbers.
We figured even the three of us were no match for James, so he got out of the day unscathed.
I happened to see amongst the pretty maids there a really pretty girl who caught my eye. So I got her number, and left her a romantic message. About half an hour later, I got a reply saying she was interested in talking with me.
Tamara also managed to get an anonymous message, of someone who took interest in her.
At the end of the day, we met up with our secret admirers, and low and behold … Tamara and I had picked each other. (“Oh, this was so unexpected!”)
I proposed, and we remarried. Guess these RenFest things work afterall!
We also ran into Joelle and Coby while we were out there.
