Meeting The Rocker
"You have to use your powers for good." That's what my bartender told me. "How long have you known her?"
"I met her tonight."
"Really? Wow. You really have to use your powers for good. Seriously. Don't be evil. You're going to hurt someone." We spoke, briefly, about my limiting beliefs, which are disappearing fast in the face of counterexamples. I'll transcribe, when sober, the notes I took this past weekend. Reality seems to be much better than I imagined it.
My bartender was there the night I met Surfette, and was there tonight when The Rocker took me down. i was speaking to him after moments of throwing her against a van, a phone booth, and a wall, pinning her hands over her head and making her moan with pleasure just from a kiss.
"You're totally nonthreatening. You're like a teddy bear." she suggested earlier in the night. I nodded that I was. "You cultivate that, don't you." I nodded again. She laughed that beautiful laugh that told me she was onto me. Didn't stop me, and didn't stop her.
"I'm not harmless. I'm warning you. I'm not harmless at all." She didn't seem to care.