And was greated warmly! I was there to buy paints for my ork army. It started out great, I actually know the owner from high school. We hung in similar crowds but hadn't interacted in years.

I had written down a list of paints and as I was standing there doing a mental checklist of what they had, the owner comes over. He asks me if I need help with anything, and then asks if I'm getting the paints for someone else. Because, you know, why would a girl be into 40k? I try not take offense and proceed to tell him I'm buying the paints for myself. "OH! You wrote the list then. I seem to remember you being pretty artsy in high school." He asks me what I'm painting and when I start talking about my (unpainted) ork army he seemed really taken aback. I got the impression he didn't think I was into the hobby, or I was painting them because I like to paint, or I was painting my bf's army or something stupid like that.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, I didn't get the impression he was trying to come off how I was taking it, but all my life I've felt like I've needed to defend myself and my hobbies to others. Because I like things that "boys" like. It's made me a little defensive.

Well. What he doesn't know is I'll be back. With my painted waaagh and I will kick some 'umie ass. And I can't wait to see the look on his face when I do so.