Love among aristocrats

All our lives, we live for that one elusive pursuit - no, it's not fame or riches, even if you debate it until you turn blue - it's love; to be loved, to love back and to experience the immeasurable and undefinable feeling of love.

Little girls have been trained very early in life to crave it, to desire it. All those fairy tales about princes and true love and true love's kiss has gotten them wanting to meet the man of their dreams. They'd write it down in their little diaries with a #2 Mongol pencil, defining and determining how he would be: "He'll have beautiful eyes and he'll be very handsome. He'll be kind and he'll kiss me and we'll live happily ever after!"

Yeah, right.

Well, these little girls grow up to become teenagers and the definition and qualities of Prince Charming changes. Now, he needs to have a cool car or a sweet ride. He must be able to play the guitar or rock it out onstage. He's got to have a killer smile. All these qualities change as often as they change TV channels. They eventually meet a boy who rocks their socks off and claim it to be true love.

Oh honey, that's not true love. That would be hormones and your indulgent not to mention underage consumption of alcohol.

Then you break up (or stay together a little longer) and go to college and start your life in the real world. You meet more boys who eventually turn into men. You get introduced to the pleasures of dating and the thrill (or humiliation - depends on how you feel about it) of one night stands and the complexities of intimate relationships.

Suddenly, your list of qualities for Prince Charming has become a list of compromises: "He's very hardworking so I don't really mind it if he ignores my calls. He's probably in a meeting." or "He's just stressed about his job that's why he forgot our anniversary/my birthday" or "He's financially stable so that makes up for his emotional incapacity."

Uh-huh...

At this point, you either decide that you've had enough or you'll realize that you've got more patience than a saint in a torture chamber. Either way, you end up being jaded and put down because the concept and ideal of the Prince Charming you've had when you were a little girl isn't the reality you were hoping for.

I've got one word for you. Stupid.

This is the reason why I never let my daughter fall for those pansy ass Disney versions of princesses. I want her to grow up believing in her own capability of being a complete woman - a righteous individual - without having to depend on dumb ass romantic love and the unfortunate accessory that is known as Prince Charming.

See, my mother taught me this valuable lesson. She said that love can make you do crazy things. that's why we don't want to fall in love all the time. My daughter will learn the same lesson and she will also learn the fact that there's no such thing as Prince Charming. In my opinion, the more charming a man is, the more chances there are that he's either gay or an asshole.

Trust me, you don't want Prince Charming. He does not exist. Now, if you want to hook up with the witch or the evil stepmother...