Disclaimer: All recognisable characters, story lines etc. are property of DC Comics, December 3rd Productions and Warner Bros. I'm just doing this for fun.

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After almost two years, countless daydreams and a lot of patience, tonight is the night.

Weíve put it off so many times for so many reasons, but no longer.

I have a date. With Lois.

Our first date.

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I have never been so nervous in my entire life.

Even my first public appearance as Superman wasnít quite this nerve-wracking. Thereís just so much riding on this date. Every hope, every dream I have for the future involves this one particular, wonderful woman.

I want it- I need it- to go well.

If it doesnít, the consequences donít bear thinking about.

Lois is the only woman Iíve ever loved. And if I blow this now, I donít know that sheíd give me another chance.

I think it wouldíve been easier if weíd just managed to go to that Pearl Jam concert. Yes, it was last minute- and not necessarily my idea of an ideal first date- but with so much time having passed since then, itís allowed the pressure to build and build. Now weíre at the point where Iím worried that she will expect everything to be perfect.

I want everything to be perfect.

I want her to want a second date, and a third, and a fourthÖ and a future.

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Everything I can think of to do to make this date a success isÖdone.

I managed to get last minute reservations at one of Metropolisís most
upscale restaurants- a feat that took a lot of called in favours and some blatant dropping of Supermanís name.

Fame has it uses.

Iím wearing the charcoal suit she likes, a recent (and expensive) purchase. Iíve worn it to the office once or twice, and I thought it looked pretty good. I guess she did too.

I like that she noticed.

And I especially liked the look on her face when she suggested it earlier. Iím pretty sure Iíve worn a similar look around her many times. Itís that awareness of her as a woman thatís been a constant undercurrent- on my side- in all of our dealings since the moment we met. An awareness thatís only intensified in these last few weeks, and that was at its strongest yet today when we shook on a bet- and ending up holding hands.

I know she felt it too.

As I reach her apartment building and jog lightly up the stairs, I canít wipe the smile off my face even through my escalating
nervousness.

Iím not even wearing the Suit tonight. I donít want any interruptions for any reason. This night- this date- is too important.

Tonight is the night everything changes.