I married Superman. Little did I realize the challenges. Being the love interest, I balance great fortune with feelings of complete inadequacy.  If I didn’t laugh every time I fell, I’d probably put a slug through one of us.  No concern. Remember he’s faster than a speeding bullet.

With a life full of stimulus, he is easily bored. Superman does more in the first twenty minutes he’s awake than I accomplish, oh…ever, and he is not even a morning person.

Superheroes are able to be so because they are unusual. The Man of Steel has evocations rather than emotions. X-ray vision looks through not at. Observing subtle changes is impossible while traveling faster than a speeding bullet. The ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound avoids interaction with the personal stories unfolding within and around the structure.  Being more powerful than a locomotive crushes everything in its way.

Mere mortal I remain. I feel. I see. I notice. I engage. I care. My life is so boring I am easily enchanted. But, don’t women prefer magic? No wonder superheroes are single.

I like to think he’s Speed Dating – able to find a mate in 30 seconds or less.