For my last night in Canada, I decided to have a very informal, very impromptu dessert with a pair of friends.

The night winds down, and the waitress — who I noticed was eyeing and smiling at me throughout the evening from the far reaches of the restaurant — approaches, hands the group our bill, and begins to walk away. She stops, however, giggles, and asks me,

“You know who you remind me of?”

We all shrug.

“Ever seen The Adventures of Lois and Clark?”

My friends — supportive as always — gape at her.

“WHAT?! Superman? You think he looks like Superman? He’s asian for god’s sake”.

“Dean Cain,” she says, laughing and nodding.

“Thanks a lot,” the other friend goes, “his ego’s already like,” she spreads her arms wide, “–this– big, already.”

Me? I just grin ear to ear.

Yeah. I know. I look nothing like him.

But it’s my last night in Ottawa.

Give a guy a break, okay?

If a girl wants to compare me to the Man of Steel, who am I to argue?