Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Never mind that I am a young woman in my 20s last night at a screening of The Dark Knight I turned into an adolescent 12-year-old boy experiencing waves of hero-worship, drooling envy and armored lust that could only be brought on by a surge of testosterone.
If I still wrote Santa, Batmans motorcycle (the Bat Pod -- yes, it's called the Bat Pod) would be at the top of my list. I suppose Ill just have to be content to write fan mail to Armani-clad Christian Bale and sign my name the future Mrs. Bruce Wayne.
Call me.