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I got my "start" in comics in high school. A vendor at a local con took a shine to me. It was classic grooming that thank god never went anywhere. I worked at his booth at events for years. That I was a cute, busty blonde (ish) wasn& #39;t even hidden as a reason. 1/
I spent as much time as I could at a my FLCS. Most of the dudes were cool. One definitely got smarmy. Again, nothing ever happened, but the prospect always loomed. 2/
When I did finally work at my first comic book store, I was a senior in high school, and it was at St Marks Comics. It was a miserable experience that lasted maybe eight weeks. Again, that I was hired for being cute meat wasn& #39;t any kind of secret. 3/
After college, my original FLCS started vending at that same original con where this story begins. I wore a Power Girl costume. It was my own, that I& #39;d put together for the previous Halloween. I made the suggestion. 4/
A man stared at me. Blatantly, creepily. One of my booth mates stepped between us. THE GUY MOVED OVER.
I excused myself to the washroom, where I discovered my period had started. (not in the Dear Cosmo embarrassment column way, thankfully.) 5/
I excused myself to the washroom, where I discovered my period had started. (not in the Dear Cosmo embarrassment column way, thankfully.) 5/
Relieved for that, and the excuse to do so, I got my street clothes and changed back.
The boothmate who tried to help me bought me an action figure. 6/
The boothmate who tried to help me bought me an action figure. 6/
The boothmate and I had exchanged numbers for event day coordination purposes.
I don& #39;t recall the time gap between the Power Girl incident and what happened next. I& #39;d say a couple months. 7/
I don& #39;t recall the time gap between the Power Girl incident and what happened next. I& #39;d say a couple months. 7/
Boothmate had asked if he could call me socially. I said that would great, please do.
He called at like 10am on a Sunday. I was asleep. I& #39;d been out the night before, and when I woke up, I had a hangover. I staggered to the shower. 8/
He called at like 10am on a Sunday. I was asleep. I& #39;d been out the night before, and when I woke up, I had a hangover. I staggered to the shower. 8/
When I got back to my room, I had at least a few voicemails, and a number of missed calls. All from Boothmate. I called him back and he was angry I hadn& #39;t answered. I told him it was early and I was hungover, and if this was how he behaves normally, to forget it. 9/
