I’d find Lana Lang and say…
“Right, I can’t take this any longer. You want to know my secret? This is it, I am from another planet. I came here as a boy in a small spaceship during the meteor storm. I seem to have super powers, something to do with your Sun being more powerful than the one on our home planet, I don’t know. Anyway. I can run really fast, I am very strong, I can see through things, I can set fire to things (with my eyes), I think maybe I can fly. And I absolutely fancy the tight pants and silky white nickers off you Lana!. Now you know my secret - get your cute little ass into that bedroom NOW!”
…If I were superman.