Some girls dream of vampires. I dream of Kryptonians.
I am a Superman geek. I admit it. I love Superman. Anyway you slice it, the man is hot.
I used to wonder what the heck was wrong with Lois Lane, not seeing the total awesome-ness of Clark Kent. I would dream of finding someone just like him. Tall, dark, handsome, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound . . .
And he's the strong silent type . . . he'll listen to a good rant, but willing to jump into action the moment I yell "Help, Superman!"
I've been waiting and waiting. Everyone tells me I'm dreaming. They say my expectations are too high, that there are no fairy tales. They tell me it's all fiction.
But he's out there. I know he is. My superhero is waiting.
Or maybe it's just Monday. I generally don't need saving on Tuesday.
Really, it could go either way.