A few years back when I was about 14, I had a huge crush on a boy that I met in geography class. He was so gorgeous, and I always got so nervous every time he was around, or even when I was just think about him.

          There was this one time when I saw him sitting in a circle with some of his friends during the break, discussing something that sounded really boring to my ears. But even then, I still managed to get along with their conversation, hoping to find more facts about him.

          I heard them mentioning the word ‘Marvel’ a few times before then they talked about some heroic actions that those superheroes did in the movie. I wasn’t someone who interested in action-superhero movies like them at all, but I did have heard about Marvel at some point in my past life. And so, with that tiny piece of information I had, I didn’t wanna lose my chance to get his attention, and what I did is, I jumped to their conversation right away the second he caught me gazing at him.

          “Oh, so you all are into Marvel movies too? That’s so cool! I absolutely love them as well!”

          They paused their conversation instantly as they turned their backs. Then a second later, all eyes were fixed on me. A wave of regret washed over me; I think I shouldn’t be in the spotlight.

          “For real?! Which superhero is your favorite?” One of the boys with curled hair asked me with tons of enthusiasm in his eyes. And without hesitation, I coolly replied, “Of course Wonder Woman, who else do you think is gonna be my favorite?”

          There was a moment of silence.

          So, I added, “You know? The… uh, female one in red?” thinking they weren’t getting it. And just like that, the whole class started laughing when I realized everyone had been tuned in to my crap talk.

          Of course I didn’t know what was wrong at first. But then him—yes, one of the biggest motivations I showed up to school—explained to me as he struggling to keep a straight face that Wonder Woman is a character from DC Comics, not Marvel.

          I feel the pain just to write this down, to be honest. I wish I was a mole at that time, so I could just tunnel down into the ground and burry my face forever. But since I couldn’t be it, all I did was join them and laughing at myself, then acted like a dummy who keep her wrong opinion and said,

          “Either Marvel or DC, they both are the same, right? lmaokshgy2dy7bcdheiw.”