Single white female. 22. Stereotypical hopeless romantic. I keep living in the fairy tale that every little girl dreams of: a white knight rides in on his steed, says all the right things, and sweeps me off my feet to my happily ever after. The older I get the more I realize, he's not coming, or at least not in the package that I'd hoped for. Maybe, he won't be wearing a suit of armor, or his steed will be a beat up Honda Civic.
I've realized something. I won't be the stereotypical princess. Sure, I'll cook for you, if you don't mind lots of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and scrambled eggs. (Not together of course. I may be simple when it comes to cooking, but I'm not disgusting.) Hell, maybe if you're really lucky, I'll run the sweeper every few months and call it housecleaning. But I don't come with a small flock of woodland creatures. I won't be at your beckon call. I don't plan on being a stay at home mother for the rest of my life.
If you're looking for someone you can order around, who's going to wait on you hand and foot, please, keep moving along. If you're looking for someone who's going to sit idly by and not say a word when you're wrong, then I'm wrong for you. If you're looking for someone who's going to laugh at your jokes when they aren't funny out of pure sympathy/fear of your disappointment, then I feel sorry for you.
I plan on being a genuine part of my significant other's life. I want to be not only a girlfriend/fiance/wife, but a best friend. I want to be the one he comes running home to tell his accomplishments to at the end of the work day, and shoulder he can rest his head on when things don't quite go his way. I don't want to complete him, but add to his life, and I expect the same in return.
I've finally found out that I don't need someone else to complete me. I need me to complete me. I need my education to complete me. A job. My independence. Financial security. Mental stability. I'm growing up. I'm maturing. It's taken years of broken hearts and getting beat up by the world and the people who inhabit it to finally realize that.
I'm not quite ready to settle down with Mr. Right, just right yet. I haven't even found him yet. And I'm actually pretty okay with that. I still have so much to do with my life. And for right now it is MY life, and I'm not quite ready to share it with anyone else just yet.