Best. Story. Ever.

So for the two of you who are reading this and have not met my boyfriend, here is some backstory: He has muttonchops. They are also AWESOME.

Apparently this is quite the phenomena in Flatbush. On the way to the subway this morning he was walking by a group of fourth graders and heard one of them whisper to another, "It's Wolverine!" They both looked at him, then got bold and began chanting "Wolverine! Wolverine!" When he looked back and smiled they both shouted "Yeah!!" like it was the coolest thing in the world.

It's possible that you have to know him to appreciate this, but I thought this was pretty much the greatest story I'd ever heard. This is partially because it's adorable, and partially because it feels like some kind of redemption from the time freshman year when a bus driver in Times Square told me I looked like Kathy Bates.

Wolverine would NEVER date Kathy Bates. He would save her from a cyclops or something then go and make out with a hot girl in a shiny bodysuit who could turn people into plants by looking at them funny. (Confession: I have never actually seen, read, or had a conversation with anyone who has seen or read X-men. But I am much much happier with the thought of being compared to sexy plant girl. Even if it is in my head/by default.)