My best experience was getting my first commission back, I just loved the way it turned out and it really solidified that I was in fact a furry and I didn't feel shame about it.
The worst experience was when I actually went to a meetup for the first time. I had no idea what to expect, and it ended up just being a bunch of super nerdy guys sitting around a table. At first I thought I'd just turn around, but I decided to stay and sat at the table and asked if it was the furry group I joined online. For me, there was just something off about the whole group, and it didn't vibe well with me. I hang out with plenty of people, but this was my first time ever even seeing another furry in real life, let alone 25 of them. For some reason I couldn't interact like I normally would with a group of people, however, I just drank a few beers and just rolled with it, occasionally looking over my shoulder to make sure someone I knew didn't find out I was there.
I ended up talking to one fur who was a graphic design student and seemed to be the most normal one there. He got me on telegram and soon after we were sending Rileyy stickers back and forth all day every day. We started hanging out and eventually we went back to his place to 'Netflix and Chill' though I didn't know we were doing that before hand. Up to this point, I identified as straight, but this was the turning point that made me go over the edge, and we ended up making out and cuddling. I think the fact that I was 23 and had never been in a relationship made me desperate for physical touch, so just went along with it.
We dated for about a month and a half, and I tried to just let it be a normal thing, even telling a handful of friends about us and how we met because we're furries. But the differences between us started to become more apparent, and I didn't like the way he was living, but he was too stubborn to listen or care. One day we were hanging out and I got fed up with him leaving his husky in a small kennel for more than 16 hours a day, and told him he had to find a better home for him because I considered that abuse. That pretty much ended things immediately between us.
Part of me wishes it would still work, because I genuinely enjoyed being around him, and the sex was good. But it was probably for the best that we split. I was hesitant about hooking up with him for social and personal reasons, and I let my desire for physical touch overcome what I feel like I would've done if he wasn't a furry. What makes the meetup my worst furry experience for me is that it's left me so confused about my sexuality and my future. I want to still be a furry, I just don't know how I'll fit into this fandom. Plus I spent so much time with him that I'm not sure if my life is better or worse for having made the plunge into meeting real furs.
Tl;dr: Went to a fur meet for the first time, thought everyone was weird, ended up gay. Now I'm confused about my sexuality and whether I should keep my furriness online from now on.