A local game store was holding a “one shot” DnD event. One day for newcomers and old salts to bring level one characters, meet other players, divide into groups, play a short campaign, and go home.
This was PERFECT! I could get some experience at the game, and perhaps meet some people with whom I could get a casual ongoing gaming experience. Or not. The point was for me to get out there and play.
The icing on this cheesecake was that the week before the one-shot, the store was to hold a character generation class. To ensure the new players felt welcome, this store went above and beyond to hold a clinic for character building.
I went, and was the only student! Not to be deterred, the young man working at the store gave me a one-on-one tutorial. I built a lovely Dragonborn Sorceress.
During my lesson, a couple of scruffy older gentlemen showed up and chatted with us a while. They gave me a good-natured hard time about my Dragonborn, and told war stories about playing in the eighties. I gave them a hard time about being stuck in yesteryear. I felt completely at home. I belonged here. I was at ease (as at ease as it is possible for me to be in public) talking to these guys. I hoped I’d see these men at the one-shot day.
I spent the next week preparing. I read all about Dragonborn and Sorcerers in the player’s handbook. I printed out spell cards for the spells I selected. I wrote a list of my equipment for easy access. I raided my sons’ Legos, carefully selecting a perfect mini figure. I collected two sets of dice, and a handful of additional six-sided dice. I assembled these items into a kit, ready to go. I sent pictures of the kit to everyone I knew. I was so proud of it.
And I got nervous. Butterflies in my stomach, goosebumps nervous. I got a huge pimple on my nose. I felt like I was going on a blind date. But it wasn’t with a boy — it was a date with me, to see if this is the me I’m going to become.
The next Saturday arrived. I dropped the kids off at my folks. I showed up at Zulu’s Board Game Cafe a full hour early. I sat in the parking lot texting my brother in law about how excited I was.
Should I go in and get something to eat, or wait here until closer to starting time? Wait-
Why hasn’t my phone beeped the reminder of this event?
I checked my calendar. The one shot was on SUNDAY.
How did I make that mistake? I was so thrilled, so excited, so looking forward to it. How could I get the day wrong? I couldn’t go the next day. I had made plans with the kids. I didn’t want to bring them along. So I missed it. I just missed it. I would actually use the word ‘crestfallen’ to describe my emotions.
I went and saw a movie. A Quiet Place.
I have contacted Zulu’s since then, and they are planning another one-shot soon.
Meanwhile, I have learned, through Meetup.com, of a pair of friends who are looking for 3 more players to join a DnD campaign every other Friday. That is perfect scheduling for me, but of course I have no idea if we will ‘click’ or if I will hate them. I messaged the guy and he said that a total noob is completely welcome. It is a bit dice though – since it’s at his house. I am thinking if this comes together I will ask if we can have the first game at a shop so we can all meet each other. Is that being too paranoid? I am a girl, and it seems that meeting someone online and showing up at their house is a good way to wind up dismembered in dumpsters. Would he/they be offended? I suppose I will feel it out if it happens. Last I saw, he wasn’t having luck.
So a swing and a miss, but I’m still on the hunt for a DnD group.