Wait wait wait... is there a video game actually called Dragon Maid, or is it some made up thing to make the weeaboo in the story seem really cringey? I feel like Dragon Maid would be a thing.
Memorable game shop encounters.
-I was at a shop to buy a Game Boy Advance and Broken Sword many years ago. I took my copy of Broken Sword to the counter and asked for a GBA to go with it. The clerk said they only had blue and magenta and proceeded to grab a blue one when I said, "Yo, I want a magenta one."
And he replied, "You want a pink one?"
I said, "Yes, I want a pink one."
"You seriously want a pink one?"
"Hell yeah I want a pink one."
"You 100% sure you want a pink one."
"Yes, I want a pink one. None of my friends have pink ones, so when we've had a few and play multiplayer games, I will always know which one is mine."
"Whatever floats your boat, I guess..."
"I dare to be different! Now give me a pink one or I walk."
I'll admit, a part of me did it out of spite because he simply assumed I wanted blue and did not have the courtesy to ask what color I wanted... but I also do dare to be different and I do like pink. That being said, my favorite color is orange.
-I was picking up my preordered copy of Persona 4. The girl behind the counter helping me started geeking out about the game, and as she gathered my stuff to ring me up she started talking to me about cosplay and conventions (I had recently gone to ConnectiCon that year). Yo, she even made me pinky swear not to look at the artbook till after I beat the game since it had massive spoilers. The girl could not have been more than 18 or 19 and I was 30 at the time, so there was no way I was going to try to hit on her or anything because that would be creepy. She was super cool, though, and were I 10 years younger, I would have tried my luck asking her out.
And as far as people making assumptions based on your appearance and all... I got that most in the music realm. People look at me and don't think I'm someone who listens to metal or punk, yet I'm a total metalhead punk rocker.
Years ago, when I was in a punk band, this one old head punk offered me a beer and I said, "No thanks, man. I don't drink." Then he asked if I'd join him for a cigarette and I said, "No thanks, I don't smoke." He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and asks, "So what the hell you doing at a punk show?" I replied, "My band is playing later tonight. Stick around, I'll see you in the pits." (I didn't have punk attire like the other guys in my band; I was just a dude with glasses wearing jeans and a T-shirt.)
*time passes*
After my band completed our set, we were out in the parking lot loading our gear into our vehicles when that oldhead comes up to me, claps me on the shoulders and exclaims, "DUDE! Why the hell didn't you tell me you could shred like that?!?!?!?! (referring to my bass playing and stage presence.)"
I smiled, "That reaction is exactly why."
And he's like, "Well, your band fucking rocks! You fucking rock!"
Me: "Appreciate the support, man. Did you grab one of our CDs?"
Him: "You bet! And I'll definitely be at more shows."
Me: "Sweet! See you in the pits then."
As far as I'm concerned, being part of a subculture isn't something you wear. It comes from within.
