To my prince charming....continue soon

            I want a date that starts on Friday and ends on Sunday.  I want to go to work late and red-eyed because he kept me up all night.  I want to dress up as Pinky & the Brain for Halloween, show him off to Mommy on Thanksgiving, actually know what a mistletoe looks like, send out overly saccharine joint holiday cards, kiss him on New Years Eve, not mourn on Valentines Day, and grill  burgers on the fourth.

                                 Im still waiting for my turn to feel like Cinderella

          Repressing my feelings is tiresome.  I want someone who can see through the charade Ive been living out for the last twenty years, who understands that Im not as aloof and unemotional as people think, someone who can forget my historical imperfections and forgive my guilty conscience yet still realizes that the four-year-old whos scared of the dark, the six-year-old who doesnt get why the other kids call him darkie, the chubby twelve-year-old whos always the last one picked, and the nine-teen-old who cried himself to sleep for weeks after his first broken heart, are still lurking inside.  And someone who will chuck a box of Kleenex at my head and tell me to stop pitying myself after a little babying..

            I want to be the last person someone dates, but not because I've died or they've died or we've died;  Im thinking less redrum redrum and more cute fluffy bunny

            So step up to the plate, Mister Man, and take your best swing.  Ill keep pitching til you hit it out of the park and Ill look the other way if you steal my heart.We can dance to the beat of our hearts and watch the cosmos shake in rapture at the rebirth of romance, our rhythm heralding the arrival of a love that only divine creation can outshine.  Im gonna keep on dreaming my lil dreams and holding out hope that my knight in armour of any condition will ride in on his stallion or elephant or 84 hatchback and sweep me off of my feet.  And it doesnt have to be today or tomorrow, next week or next year.  I didnt get it right the first time around, but Ive kicked the material boy to the curb and Im feeling all shiny and new.  Im willing to wait cuz you cant hurry love, and until then, Ill do my thing and you can do yours, but Ill keep the light on and put an extra toothbrush by the sink just in case you turn up.  And when the sunshine hits my face and I wipe the sleepy seeds out of my eyes, and I see you looking at me looking at you, maybe Ill realize that some dreams do come true.