On a visceral level, Clark had always made sense to her. But up in her head region, he made no sense whatsoever. He was such an enigma. One minute burning hot with passion and devotion, but in the next distant and cold. The only thing for certain was that Lois never felt indifferent to him. Only excited or mad. At total peace of total chaos. With Clark, there was never an inbetween.

With Dan, things had been different. Emotionally, Clark had been a speedboat. While Dan was like riding the "It's a Small World" ride at Disneyworld. Sure there was a lot to see -- at least the first time around. But there was no danger in it. He was predictable and safe. For the first time in a long while, she worried if that would be enough.

<I mean, who wants to ride that ride a hundred times? Once you get that stupid song in your head, it's the kind of thing that will drive some people to drinking!>

<Get a grip, Lois. We've thought this through. Dan is dependable, reliable. He never runs out on you in the middle of a conversation.>

Lois bit her bottom lip. <Good grief, Lane! You sound as if you're describing a Labrador Retriever! Clark may be a total lunkhead, but you feel things with him you've never felt with Dan, and you know it!>

<Yeah, well, I "feel" things with chocolate. That doesn't mean it's good for me.>

<Maybe not, but are you ready to give it up for the rest of your life? Goodbye, Double Fudge Crunch Bars! Hello, Broccoli!>