Nerds. Nerds. Nerds.

A break from the traditional lineup.
There's apparently a big Nerdapalooza called DragonCon every year. And somebody (obviously male) took a lot of pictures. (Some photos may not be safe for work.)
In the slideshow I linked to, there is this picture:

Which should give you some idea of DragonCon's clientele. Bespectacled asthmatic Jedi.

If you peruse the slideshow, you'll see a disproportionate number of pictures of women attired in what are called costumes. More respectable folks would call it bordellowear.
My point is, the women at DragonCon are outnumbered by a factor of 10 (see, I can talk nerd, too). The last woman the average Poindexter talked to was named "Mom." And still, these ladies feel to get the attention of the Jedi bachelors there, they must exhibit themselves brazenly. Clearly, deportment is not taught at Starfleet Academy.
A word to the nerdettes: If you must seek companionship at these comic book social petri dishes, dress casually. You don't even have to shower (it's a safe bet the guys didn't). That way, any men you may snag (shudder) will know and appreciate the true you. After all, when you engage in your nerd fertility rites dressed like Mrs. Fantastic, what assurance do you have his feelings will be there when the fantasy ends?