Some of us ladies have always dreamed about finding "the one," a rare creature who, when kissed, magically turned into Prince Charming. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White! What little girl didn't want to be a princess, to be swept off her feet, rescued by the Prince riding up on the white horse? Oh, when I was young I didn't know a thing about love, but I did know what a fairytale ending was.
I wanted mine.
Thanks to Hollywood, this "happily ever after" concept has been beaten into our heads with iron stiletto heels. Come on, where else would a hooker wearing red vinyl over the knee boots meet her very own personal savior? But, of course, right on Hollywood Boulevard. And he's Richard Gere, not a heinous, slobbering, mutated freak with three eyes?
Could happen, right?
You're probably expecting me to say no way, no chance in hell, stuff like that only happens in the movies.
But I won't.
Sure, I may not twirl around in a pink tutu anymore (when anybody is looking), but I still believe in fairytale endings. Why wouldn't I? After kissing too many frogs who were more mucus than magical, and one failed marriage, I got mine.
Worth the wait, it just took forty-or-so-years.
Er, I mean twenty-nine.
Of course, although French, my frog is not green, and we may live in France, but we don't live in a castle. We're also quite far from Paris. In a small town. Where people know I'm American. I think they stare at me. There are language issues and cultural clashes and freak out moments, not to mention I just became a mother figure to his two kids. Kids who barely speak English. One of whom is a thirteen-year-old girl. Whose hormones are about to rage.
Our life is far from perfect...
So is he...
So am I.
Which brings me to the purpose of this blog. Whoever said never settle was right. While there may be no such thing as a perfect man, or woman, or family, or whatever floats your proverbial boat, there is hope, and more importantly, someone right for you.
You may be surprised; the person you are seeking just might be yourself.So here's to new beginnings and to happier endings.
(Please, no jokes about frogs in massage parlors. I'm feeling green enough as it is).