While I have kissed many, many frogs and in fact, shacked up with more than one Mr. Wrong in the course of my journey, I have not yet come clean with you, dear 23 readers.
There was one prince among frogs. Unlike Jake Ryan, he didn't show up with a Porsche - he actually had a Schwinn and a metro transit card - but he was and is wonderful and lovable nonetheless. And he is getting more than a little pissed off that he has gotten no props from this princess for his very important role in my life. Since I primarily malign members of the opposite sex here in the blog, I failed to give Serious College Boyfriend the recognition he so richly deserves. Not only did he spend two years dating this pain in the ass masquerading as a princess, but he taught me everything I know about love. And a few other tips and tricks, too.
Was I protecting his privacy? Giving in to my Catholic guilt? Secretly pining for the one who got away? I'll never tell. I will tell you this. Not only is this guy a prince among men, he is an amazing husband to his beautiful wife, a darned good dad to his kid, and normally a fairly tolerant friend. My only real complaint is that I've never been able to convince him that I'm a princess - probably because he knows better - and he therefore feels compelled to call bullshit.
So, Serious College Boyfriend, here is your public recognition. Thank you for your awesomeness in every way. Now, for the love of all that's holy, can you just admit that I'm a princess?
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