So my company has sent me to a comic convention because comics are IN NO WAY related to what I do, or, for that matter, what my company does. Besides being meeting-happy in a harmless sort of way, we have also apparently become convention-happy, sending random employees off to every gathering of freaks in the country.

At the end of my last day in the office, I found myself riding the elevator with the CEO of our company.
"So, you're leaving soon?" My heart skipped a beat. Though my cubicle is on his bathroom route, I had no idea he knew my name, let alone my travel plans.
"Yeah" I said.
"Watch out for the freaks. You're going to get hit on, a young girl like you." Ew. But you can't say ew to the CEO, so instead I tried to banter.
"Well, it's not like I'm going to be wearing the Princess Leia slave outfit or anything..."
"In their heads you will be!!!!" CEO started cackling while I looked at him in horror. The elevator stopped at another floor to let additional people on. They too stared at CEO strangely while he giggled to himself the entire ride, apparently picturing me--or picturing people picturing me--in a Princess Leia slave outfit. Is this sexual harassment?

Though I am definitely pretty--possibly even very pretty--I am in no way beautiful and would never be mistaken for such in a city like New York where aspiring models and actresses bring down the stock of every "normie". I am a bit frightened to leave the city for the company of comic book geeks that, according to CEO and various others in the office, have not seen a women in ages. We shall see how this goes....