The man is supposed to court the woman. The man is supposed to say I love you first. The man is supposed to swiftly pick his princess up and carry her off steadily into a world of promise and love. I am often mistaken of who this man is. I was brought up on fairytales and fantasy. My childhood was based upon stories involving daring sword fights, far off places, and romantic endings. Prince Charming never failed to chivalrously rescue Cinderella from the sadistic ways of her witchity old step-mother. The Beast always unveiled his love for Belle before the rose had vanished. The dwarves at no time let Snow White go without that foot popping kiss from her prince so he could un-lodge that piece of apple from her throat. Now, do you see this trend? I am 18 and I still strongly, uphold the values I was taught in kindergarten. I dont hit when I am angry, I use words. I try not to lie. I eat with utensils, no longer my hands (sometimes). And I still believe in these childish fantasies that my world has so graciously been founded upon. I swear Mr. Right does exist. I just want to know where the fuck he is. I am a reject, and I can no longer stand for this ridiculous display of virginity. I do not claim that I am going to wait till I get married, but apparently someone else is relishing in the fact that it has already been predetermined. God, or whatever being that has so angelically took charge of my chastity, has locked up the key to my flower, in a green house that is protected by the damn royal guard of celibacy. While they are currently discouraging men from coming anywhere near my longing little plant, I am going insane with pent up hormonal rage.
I have found minor fragments of happiness, but they are so wavering that even Romeo could deservingly call them fickle. I mean even that crazy whiney bitch Juliet got the dreamy 16 years old man of her dreams. Where are you, and what the hell are you waiting for? Beat the guard up, take a stand, and carry me off into the night. I just want to be treated like a princess. I want someone to kiss my hand before my lips. I want a love so strong that sex is a burning flame of passion. Is that so much to ask? Yes, Ill admit I have had a foot poppin kiss. But the question is, if the kiss was foot poppin on both ends then why did nothing ensue? Why am I still bitterly alone? A kiss with chemistry and fire works is supposed to mean something. Unfortunately, in my case what it means is RUN QUICK THIS IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE. All I really want is a man who is perfect. Perfect for me. Im not asking for a rocket scientist who works for the peace corps and is as good looking as a super model. I dont want that. I want someone who is a perfect guy that caters to my liking. Stupid, silly, absurd, and whatever else it takes to reach me. I dont believe that is too much to ask. I wish on shooting stars, and cross my fingers praying that someone or something is listening.
Today, at this very moment I beckon you, Prince Charming, Mr. Right/wrong/sideways/or upsideown, to come and claim what you have been waiting for. I am here to take an oath, right now,that wherever you are you will be mine. You, with your brownish long almost curly hair a little past your ears. You, who has eyes that are so sad I can only make them light up. You, who loves to watch movies that make no sense but pretends that they are understandable. I will love your looks because they are goofy. I will love your facial hair or lack there of. Your nose will be large or small, but ill kiss it just the same. I will like that your tummy will slightly budges over your belt line because there will be more of you for me to love. Your childishness will never cross the bounds to immaturity, and even when it does I will never not tell you when I am angry, in that bitchy woman way, and say " you should know why im mad". Your smile will light up the room and everyone will smile with you. Youll be that person that every one loves to be around because you make them feel as if they are worth more than what they are. You are perfect with your round ugly glasses and how you push them up when they slide off the arch of your nose. I promise never to giggle at you when you dont ask for directions even if we end up in Kalamazoo. I promise to have sex with you even when im tired, and full on embrace you kinky fantasies. I swear I will not make fun of the fact that you dress like your fifty. I will go down on your man hood without grimacing. I will love your stupid white socks that dont exactly meet the standard of short and are slightly amiss of the tall category as well. I will like that your shorts dont go past your knees. I know you. I know that you love to sing in the shower and hope that people will hear you and tell you that you should consider a career. You love your family more then you let on and pretend that your mother isnt your best friend when you really talk to her about me every night. You fight with your siblings only because you love them so much you dont know how to show it. I promise to embrace your foolishness. I promise to be faithful to your love. I will never betray your heart. You know me, you know what I want and will give it to me. That is why, I, here and now, in this ridiculous pursuit to show you my faithfulness, am vowing my undying love to you, the man of my dreams. Im here waiting to give you the greatest love of all time. I am waiting just for you, so I can remember your favorite candy and smile when you drop it on yourself. I am waiting here to share a good day with you and take the pain of a bad one. Im here to make you laugh at the worlds unwavering inconstancy and show you that I am the one that will make living worth its while. I am yours. I am here waiting for you to gallantly whisk me away on your white horse so we can ride into the horizon. I love you.
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