This blog is going to be for clarification. It's going to be dedicated to all my friends who sit there and tell me that I deserve a prince charming, that I should be looking for someone who treats me like a princess, and whatever else they tell me. Now I don't mean to offend all you ladies because I honestly love you with all my heart, and I know you guys think you're looking out for me, but I've needed to say this, and it took me a while, because I needed to be sure for myself, that I know what I want.
Here's what's wrong with your Prince Charming/Princess theory. It's just that...a theory, one that has some result, but not enough evidence to support the full idea. Prince Charming is a creation of the mind, an ideal that we women have created based on several Disney movies, which were created for children. The goal was to instill hope in us at a young age to seek a happy ending. To know that through disfunctional families, through bad luck, through evil, through friendship, we can overcome obstacles, we can face people standing in our way, and at the end of it all is a man who will be by your side. And those are wonderful stories but they are far from my story.
Prince Charmings are perfect, almost flawless. These princesses are just as beautiful, with hair flowing in the wind, voices like angels, hearts of gold. But that's not the world we live in. Not everyone can sing, not everyone has perfect hair, not everyone has a heart of gold. Not every prince charming is perfect. He will have flaws. He's not going to come in riding on his stallion, he's not going to wake you from a coma with a kiss, he's not going to search far and wide to give you back your shoe. I guess this is why I never dug the whole fairy tale thing, and why I appreciate RomCom's instead. They seem a little more realistic. Still cliche, but current.
I'll tell you I've found about myself. I'm a little more traditional. Throughout high school, while everyone was talking about boyfriends that showered them with gifts, that bought them cute little balloons and flowers on their three monthaversary, and a bracelet that said I love you on their sixth monthaversary (ugh I hated that), I was saying to myself, I won't be that girl. I don't need a man to shower me with gifts, I don't need a guy to celebrate every single month we're together. I want simplicity. I want a guy who's ok with doing the little things with me, the simple stuff, like watching a DVD over popcorn or applesauce lol. Like going pumpkin picking, like going wine tasting, or going into the city for a dinner at Hard Rock Cafe, just because I want to see a shit ton of guitars signed by people I probably won't remember. Someone to watch the football game with me over beers and burgers on a Sunday afternoon, and laughing at me with I shout at the TV because I'm a huge football dork.
Guess what ladies, for the most part, I've found that. And I'm happy. Because he's a dork, like me. He's become my best friend, the person that I spend my time with outside work, when I need to be away from it all. He's the person I watch those movies with, the person who something so silly as tv surfing is just as interesting as a night out at the bar, because we'll discover a movie we haven't seen. Someone who can switch from action packed vampire killing werewolf hunting movies, to Wall-E. Someone who flicks my nose and licks my face cz he's a bigger dork than I am. But these quirks are the same quirks that I have, the things that I'll never admit to on a normal basis, yet I stand here saying it now because it's exactly what I've always wanted and needed in my life.
Emotionally though, he's there for me when I need him. He's supportive beyond belief. He pushes me to be better, to keep going when my house of cards gets knocked down. He's helped me rebuilt it, and turned it into a fort that he's the guard of. And when things try to bring me down, he's there to pick me right back up. He's the first person I want to tell everything to, good or bad, when something happens, I think of him. The fact that he sticks with me through my craziness is something that I appreciate more than anything. He sees me for who I am, he brings me out of my shell, he let's me be myself, and yet despite the fact that I push and push, he stays. I'm happier than I've ever been, I'm back to who I was, I am myself, I am that dorky girl who thought she'd never find someone who could understand that beyond that crazy, is someone who is, as he calls me...awesome :)
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