Very interesting discussions! However...I haven't seen my favorite line quoted yet.
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I can't help but laugh out loud. That's Lois in a nutshell!
Hehee. I'm glad you liked that too. It really does show quite a bit of the source of Lois's go-get-'em attitude, doesn't it? She's certainly not one to back down from a challenge--ever!
Here's hoping Lois will continue to turn Clark/Superman into someone who's *not* an earthbound nonbeliever. Clark's had a hell of a fanfic life to deal with here (since I can't remember how much time we've spanned). I think he'll tell Lois when he's ready to reach for the stars.
It's been about twenty . . . five days, I think. Yeah, only that long. Can you believe it? Here, I think I have a list somewhere of when everything happened. . . <goes rummaging through notes>
Ah, here it is . . .
They are captured by Bureau 39 on a Wednesday around noon. They escape "a week and a day" later--on a Thursday. On Sunday Lois goes into work and Clark heads back to his apartment, meets his Mom, and finds out that his Dad is in the hospital.
On Monday, Jonathan dies. Tuesday, Clark leaves for Smallville for a "two weeks and a day" "vacation" for his dad's funeral and to try and recover. Thursday is the funeral (a week since Clark's escape from Bureau 39), Friday is when Lois meets up with the shrink for the first time.
The next Thursday (2 weeks since Clark escaped from Bureau 39) Clark hears the message from the globe and decides to head back to Metropolis a few days early. Friday morning he gets back and is thrown into shock when the first thing he does is get "captured" by the Primaries and McPheron. Saturday is when Clark runs off with the Flash, falls asleep, and Lois tracks down his pocketknife. Clark waits outside her door for a good long while before *flying* to save her from Luthor's thugs. They talk, plan a date, and Clark goes and waits outside Lois's hours for a few more hours, leaving only three times to take care of a few necessary rescues. Finally Lois comes out, chases him away, and Superman is busy for a couple hours before he gets his ship and heads off to build the Fortress of Solitude, where he stays for about three hours before getting back to work.
Superman spends all day Sunday flying around the world helping people, and Lois busys herself getting ready for Superman to come over. So now that they're both asleep, Sunday is officially over.
So Sunday just ended. Superman is back after . . . <checks> about 25 1/2
days since he disappeared, and <counts again> about 17 days since he and Lois got away from Bureau 39. I hope I did that math right, though I never have been good and counting days and whatnot. Anyway, so yeah. There we have it, leaving out a lot of details . . .
Yes, it's been a short time. I told you all before how much I love to draw out stuff.
<shrugs> Oh, well.
And now completely off topic:
Ditto
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Good freaking grief! I'm 23 years old and while I distance myself from one complete loser after another, almost all of my friends are married or in relationships that can easily turn into marriage. Where was my memo?!
I tell you, I'm turning 20 years old next Friday and I am in no hurry. The problem with guys is that they fall in love with you waaaay too fast, before you can even start to like them like *that*. And because you brought it up, I decided to punish you all with my theory. <clears throat>
(If you don't care, just skip this. It really is complete rambling and I need to go to bed. Now.)
WARNING: COMPLETE OT: Generally in society (at least where I live) the guys do most of the "asking out" and "pursuing." Thus, in many cases a guy may be watching a girl for weeks, observing her, and realizing that he likes her enough to try and ask her out--which means he has to like her at least a little bit, because they're risking rejection and thus damage to their manly pride, not to mention a good deal of their pocketchange. Now, a good many times the girl has hardly even noticed that particular guy, especially not in that way, but she figures there's no problem with just trying to explore the relationship and see if it goes anywhere. The guys are elated--clearly she must like him too, if she's accepting a date! If the first date goes well the guys are like: "cha-ching! Girlfriend material," and the girls are like, "Potential friend material: must observe for at least a year before any further decision," because there is no way you can get to know *anyone* after just one date! But the guy wants to be serious, and so she has no choice but to shatter his heart and tell him he'd better back off and try to be "just friends" for at least a little while before he tries to become something more than that, or if he's still persistent she has to pull the famous "disappear off the face of the planet" act in order to dodge the flying roses and chocolates.
Or maybe that's just how it is here, at the university where people around the world come to find that special someone. :rolleyes:
Hehee. So I'm simplifying a lot, generalizing a lot, and maybe I'm exaggerating a lot . . . or maybe I'm just blindsighted every time I get a friend to confess his love for me when I never thought of anything beyond friendship <shakes head>. I'm just too much of a romantic.
Or maybe it's because the second guy I ever dated or the first guy I ever went on two dates in a row with ended up mildly but annoyingly stalking me for a year (I was 17-18 years old). I tell you, it scars a woman, especially when you decide after date 2 that you'd never mind not seeing the guy again and he just WON'T TAKE THE HINT NO MATTER HOW CLEARLY YOU SPELL IT OUT! (See, clearly, I am scarred. It's been almost two years, for heaven sakes!). There's few things worse than having to break a half-brained, well-meaning, sincere boy-child's heart because he's fallen head over heels over you and you don't feel anything more than a thread of pity/annoyance, and even a bit revolted, at his every glance at you. Except when he has a heart of rubber and won't shatter no matter how many times you bang it against the concrete floor.
Okay, wow. Maybe that whole rant got a little waaaay out of hand.
But I really am quite old-fashioned. I always figured I'd be married around 21--the same time as my mom--and settle down and have 6 kids (again, just like my mom). So I'm not against marriage at all. It's just getting past the awkward dating stage and finding someone you can actually trust enough to let yourself like like that, and I've yet to do that--even once.
Okay. I'm stopping myself here and going to bed. Goodness! You can see exactly why Darkest Dreams is over 150000 words long and has only taken 25 days!
Thanks for your review, Shadow!
SmirkyRaven
