The level of love, dedication, and respect articulated towards a particular group far outweighs the desire for a companion, who may or may not share the same degree of fondness and admiration.
It hadn't mattered that I had strode through the doors of KCON LA without a single local IGOT7 beknownst to me, for this is was a destination where both temporary and permanent fandom-ships are formed. The convention was the medium of assimilation, and the artist engagements a time of mingling and befriending.
We may have just been two of many ahgases in the crowd, but through a group that we thoroughly adore and idolize, we've established an everlasting ahgabond.
More recently, this potato came to visit me, on Canadian territory nonetheless. Meticulous cleanups were executed, and a compact schedule of downtown - and uptown - excursions was planned.
For the remainder of the half-day, we spent time in the suburbs. First was CoCo - the obvious choice for the addict within - then Tim Hortons for an "authentic" Canadian snack wrap.