Well I have a thing about wearing masks. When I was a lad, Mum got me a Spiderman ski mask and I’d wear it, like NEVER take it off. Slept in it, ate in it and took a bath with it on (save for washing hair). Well I was one of those kids who wasn’t shy about walking around in underwear, so imagine this little weirdo, in just his Darth Vader underoos, little boots and ski mask hanging out. Well we lived in the PJs and I guess nobody really cared. One day I was kissing this gal we will call E. E’s babysitter sees me kissing a tied up E (yes, replete with rope and all) and patting her head saying I’ll save her. Oh boy did I get my ass beat for that one. Yeah Yup!
Soooo yeah there’s that. I am going to say at this point there is no further explanation needed to say how this works out in my adult life. Nor will I, at least not here on a public forum.