January 1994 I was 20 years old, crushing bad on Jimmy Chin (who later kissed me in the hotel room and it was my first and while not awful I thought, "huh. This is it? Okay...WHOA, what ARE you doing?") and had about 6 months before I turned 21 and left on the mission.
So, what do I think looking at this? Holy cow I was cute! And YOUNG. And THIN. Man. How come I didn't know I was cute? I mean, I wouldn't look at the picture and think, "Man, I was a BABE," but boy, I WAS cute...and hey at that con, that said a LOT. (Also at the con I figured out how to tie a cherry stem in a knot in my mouth and proudly announced it at an ice cream social. Jeanette IS/WAS dumb!) Solicitations galore and in a creepy sort of way.