I actually was an altar boy. When you say robe, I think Franciscan friar kinda thing. I did have a cassock for Mass, and it sounds like that would do the trick in your whole “corrupting the innocent” routine.
When I said I got crazy and scary out of my system, I was being somewhat tongue in cheek. Getting shot at was quite enough for me, thanks, and I have tried to avoid scary since then, especially in relationships. Although I’m left with the impression that your “scary” routine might be more bark than bite, especially given the protestations about your old-fashioned side.
