HomeI was sure I could fly if I tried to ... didn't we all? I planned to strap a cape on myself and just jump off the top bunk one day, until I thought better of it and gave the honor of first flight to my sister. She was only too happy to involve herself in the experiments with gravity, well ... until she understood first-hand the kryptonic powers of "thud."
Now that I'm less sure of my invincibility, I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I'm better suited to the sidekick role. I could run around in a peacock gaudy suit and crack jokes and, on occasion, help out with the real duties of busting up the bad guys. After a short while of consideration, I remember that my wardrobe is decked in neutral tones and that none of my jokes ever really went over well with mainstream Joes and Janes.
A villian? Perish the thought. I like puppies and dogs. I could never sit behind a desk and stroke fluffy white kitties while plotting to overtake the world. Allergies.
So perhaps I could be more of a hero's moll, although I'm not sure how amenable I'd be to being tied up and left in the path of an oncoming train every episode. I'll start my own breed of superhero girlfriend. The sensitive, forever patient, clueless girl is out. Cue the bitchy know-it-all with her own super abilities, including the power to shrink her man down to size. (If she can't make him call her every day to check up on her well-being and state of happiness, then nobody in Metropolis can.) She runs on sheer intuition and inspiration, she leaps tall buildings in a single bound, she helps those in need. She is a friend indeed. She is ... BrooklynGirl!
Now I set upon the daunting task of finding my super counterpart. Someone who feeds that insatiable appetite for passion and drive, one that lays thick the compliments, and one that holds hands while skipping merrily down a hilly park lane. Sarah McLachlan haters, no need apply. Where must I go to find one, without having to place an ad on some singles personals page?
I patrol the horizon with my super keen sense of identifying super soul mates. Do I see one off in the distance? Damn this inferior depth perception. Is he within reach? I muse.
Patiently I await.