My Prince Charming, and my Not-So-Prince Charming

So, I'm in love.

We're not talking about a high school sweetheart or a college crush. We're talking about I want to grow old with you, forehead kisses, I simply cannot stop looking at you, flowers everyday, best, best friends in love. Maybe this is why I'm The Heartbreaker. I have my perfect boy, my Prince Charming, and I can't settle for less. He's on a mission for two years, and I decided to go my own way and let him go his, because I want to be the best person I possibly can and I love him so much that I want him to do the same.

When he left, I (naturally) was a little sad for a while. Not because I was waiting for him; just because I was missing my best friend.

Here is the tale of the first stab at dating I attempted after he went away.

I was depressed, and my parents were getting desperate to get me out of the house. To please them and to get my friends to stop pestering me every way I turned, I decided to go to an activity with a bunch of kids my age. No sooner did I walk in than a boy, about ten years older than me, heavyset, a sweet smile and an over-sized shirt made his way to where I stood.

I was in running shorts, my hair wet, no make-up, a "large" t-shirt. What I'm trying to say is that you'd better believe I was trying to impress every boy in that room. Apparently it was working, as 

this Not-So-Prince-Charming tried to turn his charm on. He was the epitome of AWKWARD, and I'd take that over a cocky tool any day of the week. My heart went out to him and I tried to be interested in him. Our conversation went a little like this:

"So, Not-So-Prince-Charming, what would be your dream job? Tell me about yourself! If you could do anything with your life, what would you be and what would you do?"

I saw the lightbulb come on as he thought of the perfect pick-up line. I flinched. I knew what was coming. No. Why did I ask?

"Marrrryingggg youuuuuu..............................But that would be more than a dream job, wouldn't it?????????????"

He sat there with a smug little smile. Yes. Score. I said it, I did it, she is charmed.

My friends were dying laughing and I changed the subject without taking a breath.  

Never again, mom.  Never again.

-The Heartbreaker.