My friend told me this story once.
Cinderella met this guy in, shall we say, a corporate setting. The first time she saw this person , she thought, 'How disgustingly perfect.' Turns out, he was everything (forgive me for using this word) that she thought she wanted- rich, educated, cultured (segue: i can never associate this word with people. visions of pearls keep popping into my mind. or worms.), fair-skinned, white teeth, smart as a whip. Everything a quasi-prince should be.
So he whisks her off to fancy restaurants and parties. He took her to an album launch once. All his shiny, pearly friends were there, dressed to kill. Since she wasn't used to that kind of jazz, she couldn't bring herself to talk to his homies.
And there was the matter of her, erm, attire. Our Cinderella thought that they'd just hang out that day and dressed in a plain shirt and jeans. This made her uncomfortable and did nothing to elevate her social standing at that particular moment.
Then Prince Valiant, seeing that she was amply distressed, decided to step in and help her out. Or so she thought. It turns out, he was pissed because his friends thought she was as dull as a board so he just drove her home.
So Cinderella thought that she'd try to be more witty. Laugh a little louder.Learn how to look a little more interested than she really was.
Like all damsels in considerable distress, she was inflicted with a slight curse. Everytime he would attempt to kiss her, her face would automatically scrunch up. He'd be discouraged and would pull away, wondering what went wrong. And all the time, the princess remains mute. She could not tell him that the reason for her undesirable reaction was that for the first time in her life, in all her experiences in kissing other frogs, this is the first time that she'd truly know how to kiss an actual prince. It's not that she's in love, not that she's taken, but she just doesn't know what to do.
This happens everytime. And she notices that the chemistry (which wasn't that strong in the first place) between them was immediately waning.
She refuses to blame herself for this.
She remembers the last time they were together. Again, the kiss. The face scrunch. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he blurts out his last, pathetic attempt to win her over (or to get himself laid. whichever would come first.). After he says he loves her, she says that she loves him, too. As a brother. Yep, mental slap.
She sees him again a year later, by chance . He also spots her and kisses her perfunctorily on the cheek. She smiles then pretends to be busy.
The moral of the story is : Sometimes, being perfect/ living a dream is not good enough.
For most of us mere mortals, it never will be.
Cinderella met this guy in, shall we say, a corporate setting. The first time she saw this person , she thought, 'How disgustingly perfect.' Turns out, he was everything (forgive me for using this word) that she thought she wanted- rich, educated, cultured (segue: i can never associate this word with people. visions of pearls keep popping into my mind. or worms.), fair-skinned, white teeth, smart as a whip. Everything a quasi-prince should be.
So he whisks her off to fancy restaurants and parties. He took her to an album launch once. All his shiny, pearly friends were there, dressed to kill. Since she wasn't used to that kind of jazz, she couldn't bring herself to talk to his homies.
And there was the matter of her, erm, attire. Our Cinderella thought that they'd just hang out that day and dressed in a plain shirt and jeans. This made her uncomfortable and did nothing to elevate her social standing at that particular moment.
Then Prince Valiant, seeing that she was amply distressed, decided to step in and help her out. Or so she thought. It turns out, he was pissed because his friends thought she was as dull as a board so he just drove her home.
So Cinderella thought that she'd try to be more witty. Laugh a little louder.Learn how to look a little more interested than she really was.
Like all damsels in considerable distress, she was inflicted with a slight curse. Everytime he would attempt to kiss her, her face would automatically scrunch up. He'd be discouraged and would pull away, wondering what went wrong. And all the time, the princess remains mute. She could not tell him that the reason for her undesirable reaction was that for the first time in her life, in all her experiences in kissing other frogs, this is the first time that she'd truly know how to kiss an actual prince. It's not that she's in love, not that she's taken, but she just doesn't know what to do.
This happens everytime. And she notices that the chemistry (which wasn't that strong in the first place) between them was immediately waning.
She refuses to blame herself for this.
She remembers the last time they were together. Again, the kiss. The face scrunch. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he blurts out his last, pathetic attempt to win her over (or to get himself laid. whichever would come first.). After he says he loves her, she says that she loves him, too. As a brother. Yep, mental slap.
She sees him again a year later, by chance . He also spots her and kisses her perfunctorily on the cheek. She smiles then pretends to be busy.
The moral of the story is : Sometimes, being perfect/ living a dream is not good enough.
For most of us mere mortals, it never will be.
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