I once dated a boy in high school who stole my heart. There was a boy, who won me over and treated me like a princess, and a boy who made me fall in love.
I went once dated a guy with a stellar body and a face that made my heart flutter. I dated this guy who treated me like a queen, showering me with gifts and all his attention. I also dated a guy who made me humble, and opened my eyes to new cultures, adventures, and lifestyles.
Then there was the man who made me believe in fairytales and a future of happily ever after, until he shattered my heart into minuscule pieces (which I’ve almost put back together). Today, I stand alone – gaining strength and embracing my independence – until some sort of modern ‘Prince Charming’ comes along.
This post stems from a conversation that happened only a few weeks ago, when a couple of girlfriends and I sat in a quieter corner of a grungy, local pub discussing life, work, and love. With their long term boyfriends, common-law partners, and soon-to-be husbands, they had no new, exciting gossip to bring to the table – which meant we began discussing my single status and past relationships. My apparent inability to find Mr. Right lead us to relive the past, going through my timeline of love and evaluating the the big mistakes, the misfits, the heart-breakers, and the ones that got away.
That boy, guy and man I mentioned earlier – could very well all be the same person. I’ll make note that they aren’t, but I won’t tell you exactly how many loves were actually lost up until this point.
So, I’m still in search of Mr. Right and there’s nothing I can do but be okay with that. I mean, I could settle for a Mr. Right Now – but that’s no fun for either party and would likely lead to a life-time of sub-par like for each other. (and I believe that life should be full of true, absolute, passionate love)
I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes, you’ve gotta’ date a few ‘losers’ before you find the one who really wins your heart. And not to sound like a slut or anything, but I definitely plan on kissing a few frogs in order to hopefully find a that Prince somewhere out there.
I mean, I hope he exists. Tell me he exists… please.