I ran into Shay at the station. “How was your date?”
“Another freak...”
“Damn!”
“Dinner was great," she said, "He was charming, funny. I'm thinking: 'Finally! A guy who'll treat me like just a normal girl...' But later he was like all the rest, interested in only one thing, that he wanted to fondle and probably suck on.”
“Ewwww!!!!”
“I'm so sick of these fetishists treating me like I'm just a pair of wings!”
“HAWKGIRL! SUPERGIRL! INTRUDERS AT AIRLOCK SIX!!!”
Then Shayera and I were too busy fighting to worry about our our problematic love lives.