You may be thinking, "Great! Another female blogger telling the world about her struggles as a single (although I prefer the term Swinggle) lady." Some of your contempt may be warranted, but then I think, "Stop reading."
I come to you as a late twenty-something, moderately intelligent, hilariously passionate woman who feels cheated. Why, do you ask? Well, because the movies of my youth lied to me. I grew up watching the Disney classics and witnessing Princess after Princess ending up with her prince. Never once has there been a Disney movie where the princess ends up with countless bad dating experiences, an advanced degree, and blogging to the world about her awkwardness in the dating world. Am I right? The princesses make it look so easy. Take Ariel for instance, she doesn't even speak an actual word to Prince Eric until the curse is broken and they just get married. Maybe that is my problem and the result of my current single status, I talk. Then there is Sleeping Beauty. Sure, she's pretty, but the prince just kisses her and knows she's the one? She then returns his advances without even knowing if he has secured employment or a substance abuse problem? It sounds good in theory and maybe I'm jealous because I don't have her pizazz, but seriously!!
Life isn't a Disney movie. There is no happy ending. I know that, yet I think a part of me still looks for it in some real way. Disney isn't completely to blame for my stunted relationship abilities; yet, I can't help but think some of my current difficulty goes back to these examples of punch drunk love. Follow this up with the John Hughes obsession I had in my tweens and adolescence and I'm screwed (and not in a good way, if you know what I mean). The truth is, I'm a non-princess, slightly inappropriate, modern lady trying to see where I went wrong in my dating blunders and personal choices. Right now, I walk down the street, listening to my MP3 blasting Queen's "Somebody to Love" and asking myself, "Can anybody really find me, somebody to love?"