The Composition of Kryptonite

I'm a pretty level-headed and sensible girl. I'm the oldest child; it comes with the territory. I've been taking care of other people my whole life. I think this leads my loved ones to trust me and not worry due to my responsible nature. There is one particular area where I've been known to err quite often. And that is in the area of love.

I tend to fall for people that are not good for me. I also tend to stick around even when everyone else seems to think I should leave. If I saw the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse heading my way, I would probably invite them in for a nice cup of tea. What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment.

Anyway, I have a code word for women who aren't well-suited to me. I call them Kryptonite.

According to Superman comic book lore, there are two types of Kryptonite: Green and Red. [Author's Disclaimer: I know you comic book geeks will argue that there are many other kinds, and that my definitions are all wrong. They probably are. I'm only a film/computer/gadget geek. Not a comic geek. So there. Bear with me for this analogy.]

Green = Kryptonite that can potentially kill Superman given enough exposure.
Red = Kryptonite that is not lethal but turns Superman evil.

Anyway, I've been meeting lots of girls as of late who fit into one of two descriptions:

• Red Kryptonite: girls who are only bi-curious and want to experiment with yours truly or;


• Green Kryptonite: asian girls who are all of the above, and are significantly younger than me.

The Red type usually just tempts me in way that causes me to first giggle, then leer, then back away very slowly. For some people, fooling around with straight girls is okay, but for me, I know I'm strictly a relationship kind of girl. I know in the back of head that I need to get myself out of Red Kryptonite situations as fast as possible.

Green Kryptonite on the other hand is my absolute weakness. I don't even have the presence of mind to stop myself when faced with it. I keep throwing myself over and over again into the same situation. Girl meets Girl. Girl Loses Girl. Girl chastises self for self-defeating behaviours. These girls aren't gay, don't know what they want, are much too young for me, and I delude myself into thinking that I can have a relationship with them just because they are my "type". It's silly, but it's amazing how well one can convince themselves of an illogical fact.

As of late, I've been keeping my nose clean. Let's hope I can stay that way because I see some Green Kryptonite on my horizon.