Prince Charming...

When I was little, I loved Cinderella. Til this day, my mother swears up and down that I watched it so much that she knew every word. I loved how Cinderella swirled in circles in her pretty dress with her handsome dark haired prince. And at 5 years old, I knew that I wanted a Prince Charming just like her. I was determined to find him. Well, I am 16 years old.. and that has yet to happen. Dating just does not work out for me. Yes, I am fully aware that I am young. But hey, it never hurts to get an early start does it? I've tried dating. I've been out to dinner, I've been to a movie or seven, blah blah blah. I've been someone's girlfriend.. but it just never works. We always either fall out of touch or get tired of each other. Most of the time it's me with the losing hand. And to be quite frank, it sucks. It is absolutely no fun to break up with someone. Especially when you have to see them around exchange awkward smiles and nods and such. Yuck. Maybe it's me. Maybe I am just truly undateable. Or am I just looking in all the wrong places? I have come to a conclusion after all of this. I'm done looking. I'm done trying. Why? Because I don't have to look. I don't have to try. God will do all of that for me. When God made me, he knew whether or not I would get married or be an old single ferret woman with only her knitting to keep her company. But I do trust that if there is a man in my future, he is absolutely perfect. Maybe he isn't perfect, but he'll be perfect for me. Maybe the guys that I've been dating are examples of who this man is not. God made a man for me that will court me from the day he meets me until the day that he dies. He will always pay for my food, open my doors, and tell me I look pretty.. even if he has to lie. He will be a man who never gets tired of me. A man who doesn't see me as undateable. A man who doesn't leave when he knows it all... when the chase is over. He will always put the toilet seat down. He will know to get me 6 packs of honey mustard at ChickFilA. He will know learn to ignore the fact that I'm a cover stealer. He'll wear the shirts I get him. He won't argue with me at Ulta about how I already have that color nail polish (and yes, he will be willing to go into Ulta with me). He will agree to take me to the gas station before we go to the movies and let me fill my purse with candy. He will not let his mother pick out my Christmas presents. And he will be everything that I am not. So, saying this.. I have decided to stop looking for him. He's out there somewhere. Maybe we'll meet when I go off to college. Maybe we'll meet when I'm 82. Maybe we'll meet tomorrow. Maybe he lives a block away.. or maybe he lives in Bora Bora or something. But just like Cinderella, my Prince will come along somehow.... and I, along with my inner 5 year old, will rejoice.


"Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right." -Song of Solomon 8:4