Part I: Superheroes and the Disney Complex.
As a child, everyone has strange absurd fantasies about growing up to be successful and marry the most beautiful people – who, by the time you're old enough to be married, will be old and decrepit.
The majority of the people get completely ruined by life before they even get a second to reminisce about these good old days - of wanting to marry the guy from Charles in Charge (he can be in charge of me any day, rowr) or for the guys, doing horrible things to Cheetara. I, however, remain undeterred!
My first memorable crushes were as follows; Donatello of the Ninja Turtles, Egon of Ghostbusters, and Beast of The X-men (closely followed by Nightcrawler, I like blue) at the delicate single-digit ages.
Yea, so this may be stretching it a bit, but maybe this is why the job market is so miserable. People are generally expected to do these things in both situations; spend extra time getting ready to look nicer than usual, lie about the things they like, laugh at stupid jokes, smile even if they're miserable, shake hands, whatever.
Now imagine me, only starting a kissing booth in Gotham City.