Plain and simple, I am a sucker for a superhero. DC or Marvel, they can shape shift my bat mobile any day. But I recently had a revelation. As much as they make my spidey sense tingle, I don’t think I could date any one of them, human or mutant …or other. You see, I think I’d have a major, major inferiority complex.
“So, What did you do today, my banana kitten?”
“Oh, freckle buns, ya know, I just stopped a double-decker bus from colliding with school children crossing the street using my force field, leapt several buildings in a single bound to burn off that Big Mac for lunch, then my laser eyes shot down a robber holding up the liquor store, all before I waterbreathed my way down to the bottom of duck pond lake to fetch ol’ Lady Havishman’s purse that fell in again…hrmmmph, the usual.”
I just can’t match up.
(Sorry The Thing, I know we had a thing).
So since its been recently drawn to my attention, I think I could fall easily for the average Joe Shmoe who sat down and called the shot on Starship Troopers 3 going straight to DVD….
You’re my very own superhero.
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