Note: The following post has nothing to do with shopping, or not shopping or purging or downsizing or anything else that this blog is normally about- it is about love…
I just finished watching Dateline's hour long special about Taylor Swift. She's cool. And it seems like she knows what she's talking about in some of those songs. After the concert I kept thinking about her lyrics to the song "Love Story":
Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes
At the end of the song the guy pulls out a ring and asks her to marry him, then tells her to go pick out a white dress. The reality is that dudes are scared of the white dress. The big secret about us liberal, confident and take charge kind-a-gals is that white dress really is every girl's fantasy. The unfortunate truth is that prince charming doesn't exist. He's just in our in our dreams but we desperately want for him to be real. Out of 100 couples I know, there might be one or two that I could look at and know they were truly in love. My mom and dad were like that. Their relationship wasn't without its ups and downs and hard times, but they had that real amazing love. It is something I've hoped to find once or twice in my life and have failed. I should be jaded, mad, hurt, angry and just plain disgusted by the thought of love. But I'm not.
Someone once called me a hopeless romantic. I like to think it is old fashioned hope that something magical can still exist, even for someone as jaded as me.