“I’m not waiting for a Prince, I’m waiting for the person who thinks I’m their Princess.”
This quote right here speaks so true to my life! So anybody who knows me knows that I am basically a hopeless romantic, and that I absolutely HATE the modern dating world. I just don’t understand it. It’s super difficult to meet somebody in person, and half the time when you do it doesn’t work out. Then you have online dating, which has gone down hill over the last few years. It used to be where people actually read about who you are and what you like, now almost all of them have a “swipe left or swipe right” option. Yeah I guess that’s good because you have to be attracted to somebody to want to date them, but how is swiping right going to tell you about a person. Half of the conversations are “Wanna hang?” or “kik?” Like no, .I’m sorry…I don’t. Can you actually get to know me? The other half are basically just asking for friends with benefits because they, “Don’t really date.” So you are telling me you are between the ages of 25 and 40 and you aren’t looking to date? I mean that is completely fine, but I am to the age where sometime in the next five to ten years I would like to get married. People don’t ask each other on dates anymore. Like hello, all I want is to go on a walk, or maybe dinner…just get to know you. But things aren’t ever considered a “date”. Everything is “hanging out.” How am I supposed to know if you are interested or not if we are “hanging out”. Or why are you getting mad at me when I didn’t realize we were on a date. I realize I am part of this generation, but I really am not okay with the modern dating world. It’s so messed up on so many levels. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not rushing to be in a relationship, I just don’t understand how you are to find anybody.
Now you may think I’m probably too picky. People tell me all of the time that I need to stop being so darn picky because I’m turning away all the nice ones and I’m keeping the losers. (Yeah…I have heard this soooo many times over the last few years.) There are so many issues with this statement. You are not in a person’s mind, you cannot see the conversations between them, and you don’t know what happens behind closed doors. That guy who seems so perfect, the one who goes to church every Sunday, who has a full-time job, and volunteers all the time…he may be a complete asshole. While that person who doesn’t look as nice and who some view as “scary”, the one who didn’t go to college may be the sweetest, most loving person in the world. So please do everybody a favor, and don’t judge a book by a cover. When the time is right the right person will come along.
I know what I am looking for. Just because I haven’t dated in six years does not mean that I have not gone on dates in those six years. It does not mean I have pushed every single person away in those six years. It doesn’t mean I haven’t talked to people in those six years. Hell, it doesn’t even mean I haven’t fallen in love in those six years. It just means that in those six years I have not found somebody that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Or maybe I have, and they didn’t want to spend the rest of their life with me, which simply means they weren’t the right one. I know what I want, and I know what I don’t want.
I don’t want somebody who won’t accept every single one of my flaws.
I don’t want somebody who can be super sweet in public, and treat me like crap, and mentally abuse me behind closed doors.
I don’t want somebody who will bring me down more than they bring me up.
I don’t want somebody who tells me who I can and can’t be friends with.
BUT….I do want somebody who….
Will love me for me.
I DO want somebody who accepts every single thing about me, and I accept them. The over-texting, over-reacting, over-thinking person I am.
I DO want somebody who accepts my Disney obsession, and is okay with Disney decor in our house, Disney dates, movie marathons, and a Disney themed wedding.
I DO want somebody who is okay with cheesy couple things like matching couples shirts, and weekly date nights.
I DO want somebody who will be there by my side when I am having a panic attack because of the amount of people. Who will accept that I may want to leave someplace sooner rather than later.
I DO want somebody who will hold me when I’m crying, and will be there no matter what.
I DO want somebody who will support my dreams, and I support theirs.
I DO want somebody who will be my best friend and I be theirs, and we will accept all of each others friends. We should be okay with them, no matter what the past is, since it is in the past.
Lastly, I DO want somebody who will love me until death do us part, and who I will love until then as well. Somebody to grow old with, have a family with, and share every moment with.
So until then, I am okay with waiting. People say all the time that I am “wasting time”, or that “I’m too picky”. Yeah I may be too picky, but I know what I want, and I am happy waiting until I find them. But, when I do find them if others do not accept them, no matter what their age, race, or background is then no matter who you are, you are not worth it. If you cannot accept the person that I love, and the person whom I want to spend the rest of my life with, then you truly have no place in my life. A person’s age or race does not classify who they are. I do not talk to people because they fit this one stereotypical person that I “should” marry. Anybody who knows the people I have talked to over the past few years knows that I generally do not talk to your stereotypical middle class white guy who works a 9-5 job and has a college degree and blah blah blah. Anybody who truly knows me, knows that’s just not the person I usually fall for. I’m sorry but I don’t want to end up living in freaking Wisteria Lane. That’s not me, and that’s not the person I want to be. So for future reference….when I find the person who I want to be with forever, don’t be shocked by who they are, how they look or what they do, just support us, and be there along the way.
“Maybe I haven’t met my Prince Charming, but I have met dozens of toads who taught me how to rescue myself, dozens of fairy godmothers who taught me to believe in myself, and dozens of magical moments that taught me to never give up on myself.”