THEME: Life In Metropolis
SONG: Waiting For Superman
ARTIST: Daughtry
They said he always save the day. But could he save my pounded heart too?
He wore his brief on the outside and had a red cape on his back. He can fly anyone to the moon in his broad arms. There were rumours that he was witty too. He was everyone's ideal man. Every girl in the world would be honoured to be his wife. I was one of those girls too. Well, I was looking for another superman-a superman who wore his brief first before his pants; a superman who could sweep me off my feet with just a glance. I was not looking for the flying Superman. I was into my own Superman-the Superman who I could call mine and would not save the world but only me.
I was the head accountant of my own accounting firm way back in Canada. I was stable in all life's aspects at the early age of 26. Also, I have gone into four failed relationships. They were all jerks, same assholes. I've got my heart broken a couple of times, so I finally decided to stop and wait. I am the lady who is waiting for Superman to pick her up.
I thought he would come in a heartbeat, but he didn't. I bet he's busy. Busy waiting and looking for me too, I guessed. Everyone told me, I was too intimidating. I've built my own firm at the age of 24, and been the model of the latest issue of the number one business magazine in the world. Maybe that was the main reason why my Superman's still not showing up. Maybe he found me intimidating too.
At the age of 40, I met a fine man. We dated a couple of times. I found myself happy when I am with him. The only thing was he had a wife and children. I stoop back. My own Superman was still missing in action. But I didn't give hopes down, I was waiting still. Maybe he was just lost in his way, I thought.
At the age of 50, I met another fine man. He was funny and responsible. Only to find out, we were looking for the same man too. Then I realized my version of Superman hadn't showed up still. But I was waiting for his arrival still.
And now, I am a 60-year old lady. I already retired and have sold my company. I am living with leisure alone. I know it's sad and depressing, but my Superman is still nowhere to be found. I give out a deep sigh. Maybe, I am not bound to be with someone. Maybe I am bound to be alone.
I found myself inside a nearby coffee shop. I am sipping my favourite brewed coffee when my gaze meets another. I smile.
Who would have thought my Superman came just before it's too late?
