As I child I would watch the fairy tales where the dashing, handsome prince would always never failing come to the aid of Damsel in distress, they would exchange a passionate kiss, falling forever in love and living happiest ever after. I sometimes wondered when my Prince would come and rescue me, not a moment too soon. I went as far as to custom design him. He would have transparent eyes, so when I looked into them, I would be able to see the depths of his soul and know whether or not his love was true. He had to be at least six feet tall, because of my desire to always wear heels, because they were sexy and I definitely wanted to keep my prince interest, lest his attention stray. That was over thirty years and several failed relationships ago.

I am starting to think that there will be no prince, only mere substitutions that do not even come close to the real deal. I have heard of a few defects, notwithstanding no one perfect, even though I come close to it, I have been issued a lifelong pass to date and get involved with people with some serious issues.

You would think after years of unsuccessfully be able to convince the other half of their hidden talent waiting to spur up, I would have caught on by now, but not I, the Die Hard, I believe if there is even an ounce of possible potential, it can and will be brought forth. There was only one problem with this mentality, it only works if the person you have faith in, believes in himself.

I am the fixer upper person, takes broken people, especially an attractive male, which I am interested in, and set out on a mission, to fix the situation. A nip here and a pinch there, just call something to their attention, an easy fix, not realizing with their being over thirty years old, more than sure to none it has been brought to their attention, probably several times. They have either learned to live with the deficiency, do not want to change it, or do not know that it exists (worst case scenario). But sure as clockwise, though I promise myself that this time I am going to be more accepting and blind, and far less critical and not make the mess, to the fullest extend, like I did in the last relationship, I get in to my weakness of making my dates face theirs. Do not think that I am untouchable. I have gotten a bite of my own medicine at times, at the hands of heartless individuals that think that God created them with a human error eraser in their hands. Then the battle begins. Although I have the right to point out the defects in character, because I do it in the best loving interest of the person, no one, with the exception of God Himself, after He personifies in front of me, has the right to point out my defects, more correctly stated, their perception of them. After that all does not go well and definitely does not end well.

After a long line of Prince Potentials, and casting calls that last for years to no effect, I have finally come to the realization that there is no prince for me, only perpetrators with weak or fake credentials, trying to play a role which they are obviously not suited for, totally lacking the talent it takes to come to my rescue, and I tire from carrying their deficiencies throughout the years and even more tired of looking on the bright side and especially of being patient, it has been over 30 years, if I get any more patient I will be dead.