i am my own prince charming.

i've always believed in fairy tales.

a life with hardships but with a positive character to sing her way through them.

adventures of excitement & fun; creating the best memories.
and when they least expect it, a charming man to sweep them off their feet.

the only difference is of course, when he finds me

i won't be helplessly locked in a tower.

or  at the clutches of an evil witch/stepmother/dragon.

i can handle all of that myself.

i'll probably be tripping over my feet

or sneezing in my chai latte.

but i am in no hurry.

i have many a chai to sneeze in

and many dragons to fight off

before i can be swept anywhere.

and besides, i need my feet.

how else will i pirouette?

there are over 7 billion people in the world.

is it really possible to find that perfect match when there are 7,003,554,290 other people in the world?

 

well, lets see...

we can rule out the 3,477,504,010 other women.

the 1,414,520,076 men over 35.
and the 1,251,445,975 under 20.

that leaves me 806,084,229... well, 806,084,228.

but then there's the men who are related to me...

and the ones in prison...

and the people who don't speak english...

oh and the boys who like other boys.

and, while we're at it, lets just throw out all the:   cheaters  

                                                       liars  

                                                       hipsters

                                                       assholes

                                                       gangsters

                                                       bros

                                                       w.o.w.

                                                         enthusiasts

and throw out all the ones who don't enjoy:   margaritas

                                              dogs

                                              sarcasm

                                              pokemon

                                              chocolate

                                              ballerinas

and to narrow it down more, must have:   good manners

                                         dreams & goals

                                         appreciation of anti-humor

                                         a kind heart

                                         a secret (but strong)

                                                   romantic facet

                                         a desire to learn & laugh

... and some good looks (i am only human after all.)

well then, after much calculation on the subject,

i have found the answer.

1. Me.

ok so i don't fall into the male category,
 but i am the one person that i need.

& until "the one" finds me, i'll have my pokemon cards and a recoding of mitch hedburg's standup to keep me company.

i have a broken heart.

i know myself and my heart better than anyone else.

and i have to say, i am quite surprised about my behavior lately.

i've hardly cried.

i've laughed a lot.

its broken for sure - but i don't suppose you could tell.

i dare say that it is because;

he has lost someone that loved him very much, i have not.

i look forward to happiness.