Callie Littleton has met a man. Finally. He's a little clean-cut, sure. And he is constantly late for things. And her best friends think he's suspiciously muscular for a straight guy. Oh, and he's a little secretive . . . After all, who wouldn't want to be Powerman's girlfriend? (Or Nelson, to his friends.) He's famous, he's strong, he can fly and leap; he looks just about as good as anyone conceivably can in a silver lycra bodysuit - all her mates totally envy her. But it's not all fun and games being a superhero's girlfriend. The worry. The inconvenience. The frankly insane levels of competition from other women (hey, it's the city: it's hard enough to meet a normal guy, never mind one that can rescue babies and stuff). And what kind of future can you plan, exactly, with a super-strong man who's going to live to 172? Oh, and there's the fact that some of the most evil characters on earth might just want to use you to get to him . . . But when love strikes, surely it can surmount all differences, risks, fundamental laws of physics and spandex being hand-wash only . . . can't it?