SELF-PROCLAIMED CINDERELLE FOUND HER SELF-PROCLAIMED PRINCE

June 13, 2005. A VERY SIGNIFICANT DAY. For very four reasons.

First. My NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) reign ended. I’m already a certified “In a relationship” chic. Hep hep, HURRAY! No more daydreamings. No more endless wondering-what-it’s-like. No more going-home-and-feeling-something-is-missing.
No more and no more.

Second: I had my clumsy first kiss. *blush* though it was just few smacks on the lips but it lasted forever. It felt as though his lip was left on mine for the next consecutive days. Oh, I'd kill for that cloud 100th moment..*sigh*

Third: The Legendary Butterflies in my stomach. Whew. It was this really really weird feeling you have in your tummy. Like the world war 300 was inside your stomach.

Fourth: Self proclaimed Cinderella (yours truly) finally found her Self-Proclaimed Prince Charming

Things were not easy before I met him. I had gone through many heartaches, disappointments, false hopes, overeager moments, etc..

Way back second year high school, I was so eager to have a boyfriend. I happen to be a hopeless romantic, so to claim. A damsel in distress waiting to be rescued by a knight in the shinning armor. *sappy* I have so many beliefs and ideas on what love is like or should be. I am good in making advices (they say), doing love letters for my guy friends and be a confidant. I sustain that record since then. Which I guess makes everything ironic, the love goddess have not fish one yet. I may have all the love 101 but I have no one. A love guru who hasn't found love. Not that nobody courted me or what. Well, there was or there were. There was this whom let’s say I have a huge crush on, but when he courted me, I turned him down. He turned out to be an immature brat. Then another one follows. I so like him so much, definitely the head over heels like. When he courted me, bang! I dumped him. Boy, you would probably say I’m stupid. The stupidiest, I'll give birth to that word. hahaha.. Then there goes the friend guy. We were so buddy-buddy. I was all out comfy with him. You know, share the weirdest jokes without being hesitant. He would call me almost everyday. But one day, I ended up so naive about what's goin on. People begun to tease us. And to my dismay, I found out he has fallen for my charms. char. Aw, I mean Grrr (I'm trying to be serious). I was completely disappointed. I mean, all the while I was not putting any malice in our friendship and then there he goes, falling for me. And so, closest to not talking to him was what I did.

It had been like that. They like me, I like someone else and that someone else either doesn’t know I exist or doesn’t feel the same way or simply wasn’t meant to be. A complete catastrophe (signal number 4). Whew. My friends would claim I was so meticulous or the odd way of saying it would be picky. My prince charming merely does not exist. I should settle for someone who comes along. No way for me. I mean, that would be damn pathetic! If I will commit myself it would not be because of pressures (al though I was dying to get hitched) but because I love the person.

Oh, yeah, several wrong persons reckoned, couldn’t even count them with my ten fingers. However, I waited and waited (like waiting for rain in this drought) because somewhere beyond my skeletones, I know he is just there. The prince charming whom I believe exists. Besides, I'm the only one incharge for my own reality..And if I will meet this full of facade him, I’ll know. I will just know (perhaps he was just late on his flight and it took him like forever--c'mon, it would make me feel better to say that).

And I did I met him (finally.*with a big big smile*). From the most unexpected situation and the most unexpected person. Well, as the cliché goes, great things come unexpected. He was the exact opposite of me. We see the world in different angles. He lives the kind of life far away from my lifestyle. But what is so amazing is that we click. Everything with him was magic. From the moment we met down to those moments where his big great arms are around me.. The kind of feeling that you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Then I ended up crying out loud…”Damn! It was worth all the wait”.

Cinderella indeed found her prince at the age of 19.And this time, he is real.