Hi Vicki!
I want you to want me.
Don’t fight it, Lois.
You know you want it too.
Ever since you first began to pursue me
Funny thing happened. I really thought that this was Clark at first. Then I got confused before I realized that it was Superman. Only to remember, no, the blurb said ‘Lex Luthor’! Oops
And the wine was of such a rare vintage that you’d never even dreamed it existed.
LOIS: It tasted bitter, kind of like sucking on a piece of oak. Made it easy to not over-imbibe.
granted, for an exposé for your precious Daily Planet
[…]
You kept circling back to your tidy little list of questions.
It’s adorable how he takes her and her profession so serious.
I may even thank you for your naiveté one day.
Wouldn’t it be funny if she already suspected a lot more and then splashed the interview and the truth both on the front page, together with incontrovertible evidence?
I learned long ago to look for any sign that that might occur and to dismiss those women straight away.
‘dismiss’ Great choice of words
After all, it’s not enough to hook the fish on the line. The fisherman must also reel in his prize and create a suitable habitat for it if he wishes to keep it for him to admire.
*That’s* why he built the cage. And he could certainly combine Superman’s habitat with creating a habitat for her to willingly stay in. I mean, holding the virgin damsel hostage is a tried and true way to get the hero to do your bidding, isn’t it?
Like a hunter, I wove my trap, drawing you in, closer and closer, ensnaring you with a quick jerk, but with barely-there movements you were oblivious to. Each successful date brought you more and more under my spell. I tried to gauge (after each one) how deep into my net you’d become, until I could no longer bide my time.
He reminds me of an Australian funnel-web spider.
I easily could have gone bigger and more expensive, but for what purpose? I’d already chosen a stone that was bigger than any woman has a right to ask for.
He’s so charming
A true paragon of virtue and chivalry
He’ll be dead and buried in a place where God himself won’t be able to find the alien’s desiccated corpse.
So, mixed into Big Belly Burger’s beef patties?
And anyone with working eyes and a couple of functioning brain cells can see that he is completely and hopelessly smitten with you.
LOIS:
I had no idea!
My eyes and ears are everywhere in this city.
Things one gets for donating the city’s streetlight system.
Yes, Lois. I want you to want me, for now and for always, in all things. Because there is no room in my plan for you to have anyone else.
Well, he does not sound entirely stable. Maybe he even has a couple of light psychopathic tendencies buried in there somewhere. They should definitely make an appointment with a relationship counselor, though, if they do go through with the marriage.
Creepy!
Michael