Sunday, December 19, 2010

Wonder Woman Again

On Tuesday night, I went on a second date
dressed as
Wonder Woman.

I know...right?!

The back story: We tried to get together and then he was making cracks via email about how busy I am and then he asked if I was out saving the world, or something like that.

He made a joke about my invisible airplane. His last comment to me before we met was "Don't forget your cape!"

And like someone shoving me in the chest, I reacted. I thought "I'm gonna wear my Wonder Woman costume."

Wonder Woman
I bought the outfit in 2006 one month after Art was diagnosed with cancer during his first battle.

I wanted to be a queen that year until Langston, then age 9, pointed out the Wonder Woman costume and said "Mom, you should be this!" I laughed as I paid for it at the register.

Art almost fell over when I met him at the door after he was being escorted home from a chemo treatment.

My friends thought it was the best costume .... EVER.

And then I put it way.

And then, three years later Art died.

So on Tuesday, I'm sitting outside a wine bar, in my car, dressed as a blonde Wonder Woman. And I'm on the phone talking to a widow friend of mine.

"This is stupid." I say.

"No it's not Kim. It's who you are. You are Wonder Woman!"

I take it in.
I feel my superpower rising.

She is right.
I am Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman is back, I think.

Wonder Woman with the faults that do not make her weak but actually make her strong.

Wonder Woman is real.
Wonder Woman has been who I have been all this time, since the moment he was diagnosed to this moment, one year and 8 months after his death.

I realize Wonder Woman is back.

I wear it to meet this guy who is laughing so hard he can't talk for a moment.

I stand there laughing too because he enjoys the joke so much, because I had the balls to say "Fuck it" again and show up in a costume for a second date.

The next day I am laughing because he has written out the lyrics to the Wonder Woman theme song and sent them to me and... he asked me to accompany him to a Christmas party.

He likes Wonder Woman.

The costume will not go back in the Halloween box.
It will stay with me, in my closet so that
I can remember
that Art's death
has brought back
Wonder Woman.

It's nice to see her again.


  1. Anonymous2:49 PM

    Sweet costume. You are indeed Wonder Woman, with or without the costume. I have always known it! xoxo Julie

  2. Kim, I don't know you, but ran across your blog by chance quite some time ago and occasionally check in to read it. We have absolutely nothing in common, but I truly enjoy reading your blog. It made me smile to read about Wonder Woman. I'm so happy your date "got it" and loved the costume as much as you do. He sounds like fun. I cheer you on when you have a good post and pray for you when you're down. Just know that someone, somewhere out in this world, is praying for you and giving you a big Hurrah...and hoping that your life begins again to be as fantastic as you are! Blessings.

  3. This story makes me smile. :)