Five dates. That’s usually how long I wait until I get into someone’s bed. Seems pretty fair to me. But when superman invites you over, you don’t want to wait 5 dates, do you? That night, when my own superman invited me to stay over, I couldn’t resist to the invitation and wait any longer. We hardly had one date but it didn’t matter cause I knew he had super powers as every super heroes.
The truth is, I needed to be rescued. I had just split up with my ex boyfriend and I had never felt so lonely. This guy that I barely knew just happened to be at the right place at the right moment. He couldn’t be anything else than a super hero who came to save me. Or could he? As the night was getting darker and darker my mysterious hero and I started to get physically closer and closer into his bed. I was waiting for my man to wildly snatch off my bra… He never did. All he did was kissing me and holding me really tight, like he never wanted me to leave him. Like I was the one rescuing him. Yes, my superman needed me at least as much as I needed him that night.
The next morning as I was lying next to my so-called super hero I had to think of how weird and uncomfortable things could be between us now. I left his place without saying a word. Maybe I should have because after that night I never really heard from him again. After a week, I started wondering. Who can we really call superman? Do we really need to be rescued? And if we do, does it really have to be by some handsome guy in his room? After thinking about it over and over trying to find a good explanation I came to a simple conclusion. It turns out superman was nothing more than a human being that I had been idealizing for weeks. So note to self: next time stick to five dates.
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