Every week, Katie will blog about the extraordinary secret her boss has shared with her.
DOMESTIC, THEN SUPER.
It's really good Jim and Steph married before they became equipped with superhuman abilities because the marriage rate in the gifted runs super low. Too many issues. Like secret identities. Lois loved Superman, but not Clark. Because Clark couldn't say he was Superman, Lois never really knew the guy she loved. I always wondered why she didn't recognize Superman through the flimsy disguise of Clark Kent, but that's a blog entry of its own.
Villainous bosses get in the way too. I'm sure battling corrupt conspirators totally evokes cold feet in a fiancé. Who wants to think about raising a family when you're trying to combat evil? Jim and Steph lucked out in not having to deal with that. There's no time for groceries, basketball games and PTA while uncovering a massive con game. Imagine Batman fighting the Penguin when his cell phone beeps -- Mrs. Batman is asking him to pick up some milk via text. Nope, would never happen. Being a super, traditionally, ensures a lonely life.
Being a loner myself, I always assumed I'd be the perfect civilian to love a supernatural man. After years of humoring this fairy tale, I finally reached an age where it was no longer acceptable to count on such make-believe. Except now it's not make-believe anymore thus further confusing my ideals.
So once again, I engage in elaborate fantasies on the topic of love and Superheroes. In my daydreams, my lover saves me from catastrophic natural disasters and then leaves on a pilgrimage to repair a broken world. In his absence, I pass the hours in the lab trying to make my own dent, metaphorically, not literally of course, in the world. As I discover an antibody to cure diseases, my ace traps a clan of terrorists under a giant boulder only to disappear moments before the officials arrive to find their bad guys gift-wrapped. As an unsung hero, my man rushes home and into my arms.
But, dating Joshua is nice so far, too. We never know where things will go, do we?