Elder emo boy

I met a really strange guy a few months ago. In fact, we met like a week before my birthday (and before I became scene). His name was Chris and he was a whopping 33 years old. When we first started chatting, I saw him as a friend and only a friend. I thought he was so kewl because I had interest in dressing more emo/scene since I already listened to the music and he was scemo whenever scemo was in its prime. I would ask him about life and talk to him about everything. I thought of him like this perfect, wise best friend that I could learn from. As we kept talking, he slowly started like discouraging tattoos and piercings. I had to do a certain chemo treatment (NOT FOR CANCER, IT WAS MUCH LESS SERIOUS) for like 3-4 years, so whenever my condition gets better, I’m getting a tattoo of an eye where I have to do my injections. When I told him that this was the only tattoo I ever planned on getting, he got really upset. He told me that tattoos would ruin my body and that a guy wouldn’t wanna marry me because of them. I obvi know that’s not the case, but I couldn’t argue that because he’s a guy and I’m not, so what argument would I have for that? I let it be for a while. Then I mentioned getting another piercing on my ear because I love the look of three+ ear piercings on people. He freaked the fuck out. He told me that piercings ruined my body. I asked him what his deal was with the tattoos and piercings. He said that he just wanted me to find a man. I’ve never had an issue with finding guys before, so I just left it alone. Then, he started asking me for outfit photos everyday before I left the house. When I asked why, he said it was because he wanted to see my progress in dressing more scene. So I started sending him photos of myself in outfits. They were never super explicit or anything. I wore bootcut jeans and a graphic tee most days, so it wasn’t like anything crazy. Then, one night, I’m doing homework and he sends me “Can I tell you something?” So I respond with “yeah ofc^^! What’s up?” He told me that he had been jacking off at work to my photos and that they had been making him super hard. I was BAFFLED. I mean, him and my dad only had a 5 year difference and he was just a year younger than my mom. I was sick. He was gross this whole time and I didn’t catch on (wow! Shocker!) I stopped talking to him because I didn’t know what to say or how to feel. He eventually started leaving me alone. I defo got groomed without realizing it.