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September 24, 2008
Fairy-tale woes.
It's hard for me when, being the practical realist that I am, I find myself knee deep in fairy-tale. I think it can't only be in fairy-tales that the tall, strong, clever and impossibly handsome fellow falls for the quiet, ordinary, cautious, practical realist. I get caught up in daydreams of romance and butterflies.
I end up the dasher of my own dreams when I have to reason with myself that "tall, strong, clever and impossibly handsome" does not end up with "quiet, ordinary and cautious." Not only that, but like me he does not come without his own set of vices, bad habits and off-days.
But maybe this is only to console myself. For certainly (because I don't live in a fairy-tale) that radiant, talented and socially adept goddess of a woman who does win the beau will have a number of difficulties to face in her relationship with him. I cannot let it be easy for her, I will not let it be easy for her.
And yet I don't want to let that little flicker of fairy-tale hope die, just in case dreams do come true. I'll keep holding on. I'll pin my curly paper fortune-cookie prize on the wall, and when I have doubts I will read it aloud: "YOU ARE A TRUE ROMANTIC."
Posted by libbystokes at September 24, 2008 11:47 PM