The other day a friend and I were talking about a recent end to a dating relationship. After ruffling my feathers by calling question to her excessive feminine qualities, we settled on common ground. My dear friend just couldn't handle dating a Princess.
To his credit, they did seem to have different priorities; her's being a little shallow, non-edifying, an ounce demanding, everything handed to her on a silver platter, extra irritable.... back to the point.
The next morning while getting ready the whole topic of 'princesshood' came fluttering back. Being an earned and self-proclaimed Princess, the idea of the title presenting any complication once baffled me, however through my years I have counseled several similar individuals as my dear ex-relationship friend. Some people really just can't handle the title- much less the accompanied duties.
As I was humorously reviewing this (over-dramatic-intended to make you shake your head... I'll admit it!) principle, my eyes slowly wandered upon my full length mirror to my reflection. With a straightener in one hand, and Aquafina bottle in the other, at 6:30AM my attire spoke to all the curious non-exposed Princess folks. So my advice to Anti-Princess-Guy was...... "Don't date a girl who wears cute black and white polka-dotted underwear with a bow, matching t-shirt, and sparkly heals while getting ready in the morning, vaccuming, cooking, cleaning, gardening (just kidding) and really anything else." I think he's really heeded my advice.
