After all, my new nicknames at my then new-Highschool were ‘Dilf,’ ‘44-year-old man,’ and ‘Freetard.’ Couple that with my voice being deep for my age and my height, I looked some years older. The story doesn’t end here, though. I had to get out of the bathroom eventually, and I went to my remaining panels. Then, I went home. The next day, however, I had to get an autograph for my sister. And of course, who was there to wait in line with me? She was. And she was cosplaying too for the freakin’ contest. Wonderful. She was, as she showed me in her pictures on her phone, Black Cat. And GOD was she hot. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW HOT SHE WAS, HOLY FUCK. This was peak fucking performance! She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her wild white hair, her masked green eyes, that black suit hugging her perfect fucking figure? I have never seen anything so boner-inducing. I thought I might get lucky googling a picture of her, but I can’t find anything. Sorry, lads. Anyway, she followed me around for a while, and then she went in line with me. More of the same occurred, but this time, she was not being subtle about anything. She was teasing me, putting my arms around her waist, kissing my cheek, ruffling my hair, and holding me close around MY waist. I won’t lie, I was getting really scared again, but I also really liked the attention — and despite what you may think of my profession as an actor, I HATE attention. I don’t like being noticed too much, only a little. But this? It was...it was something, alright. But my God, it seemed so wrong, the way she was practically molesting me in front of people. She was just...I know people are going to be like, “yo, are you gay? You literally have the best thing happening right now!” but there was just something wrong with her. But I won’t lie, I relished it, scared as I was. And remember, this was literally right after all of the fucked up shit just happened to me.