NOT Kissing the Frog ....

In the happily-ever- after fairytales that they deluded our childhood and some adulthood with, it's usually a beautiful teenage princess who needs rescuing and a charming brave handsome prince -who is a warty frog waiting for a magical kiss-. Such tales usually include a castle, a gallant horse, a villain, a fairy godmother or wise mentor, and yeah nice singing bees and flowers. They meet by a stroke of fate and fall in love without considering faith, values, cultural background or emotional baggage and sure since both are well off why the hell would they consider financials. So in no time they develop a lasting commitment, trust and unconditional love, and sure live happily ever after since the only obstacle is the witch ... is gone. Uh there is no need to point out that the simple success of their relationship is entirely built on outward beauty and status. … so bare with me

Now… if we are to reconsider the "Fairy tale" and go with it through time till we reach the 21st century. I guess I will be having one version of the story here but with different possible endings. Lets see …hmmmm uh, so fast-forward to our time, falling into what appears to be a lasting, passionate love that will surpass the test of time without struggle or hard work, there’s no fairy godmother, no horse or SUV, but fact is the only thing this modern princess will find is very few available frogs that will never turn into "Prince Charming", some frogs who are already taken and not worth it, and unfortunately some frogs who are just fine but they prefer fellow frogs over her …uh life! And with as much kisses that she can give and to some maybe other kind of compromises, none of the frogs is to ever turn into her charming prince. So lets say our modern princess, the grown-up girl in her late 20s early 30s who happened to be lucky enough to be financially independent, well educated, intelligent and maybe even a manager of a project or in a company, fashionable, successful and traveled around, she for a certain kind of reason "maybe giving up, boredom, stroke by a lighting or just losing any sense of reason" considers settling for the least warty frog she can find. "Maybe he’ll change over time", she hopes … no actually she prays.

She goes out in all kind of dates, blind dates, arranged dates, dark dates, online dates... all for the mission of the slight chance of finding her frog in one of these dates. She bare silliness, narrow minded, sick ego, extremism, Machismo and sure childish attitude of many frogs. She the one dying to fall in love, draws a fake picture of the slightly good frog among them and fall for him in her mind to wake up to discover him being nothing but another frog who will cause her regret, different kind of pain, and leaving behind emotional distance and loathsome feelings making her a more resentful sad creature.

Yet since clock is ticking, and she dying for settling, being loved, not dying alone and maybe having kids, her search methods are almost expired, she forces herself to new kind of compromise, possibility, and maybes. Now let's assume she does find a frog, and they agree on dealing with communication difficulties, disappointed expectations, unresolved hurt feelings, long line of differences, sexual history, emotional baggage and insecurities. Let's say they agree that real life has acnes, bad hair days, fat cells and not enough money to look charming forever specially after the extra burden of having children. Now reaching this point wont require me to narrate what's next, I can give you a couple of endings, but I can assure you one thing, among these endings there will be no happily ever after one, and we better rest sure about that.

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