Prince Charming’s Transportation

They tell me Prince Charming’s horse is a mighty black steed who runs like the wind and has no fear. The man that guides the horse is an expert, moving with ease, controlling the wild beast with the slightest movements of his strong, agile body.

He is late.

Oh, I know what you are thinking; typical male, always late, disappointing the girl, but that is not what happened. You see, the horse was showing off how well he could jump, in order to look graceful to a passing filly and, well, he sprained his ankle. The valiant Prince left the steed with a local farmer, hoping to return to collect the animal later.

Having left the house in a haste to come after me, he forgot his wallet and had no money for a new horse or a train ticket. So he is walking. Stupid horse.

Well, actually, he is running. He really wants to meet me. But you see, since he is now a pedestrian, his clothing is not quite as bright or soft as it used to be, in fact, it looks quite… well… pedestrian, these days.

He relies on the generosity of others for housing and lodging when his ingenuity fails and he is not able to work in exchange for his basic needs. His thick black hair could use a good conditioning. His olive skin could use a good scrubbing. But he is walking, no running. He really wants to meet me.

I would go out to meet him half way but I am not sure what direction he is coming from and he doesn’t seem to have my cell phone number. Sometimes, I think I have found him and I invest my energy in the man who seems to fit his description but each time it turns out to be a case of mistaken identity.

While I wait, I grow older, more anxious and lonely. I want to be in my best shape when he arrives. I am trying to be someone that would impress him. Its exhausting and I could really use the support of a tall, dark, sexy, supportive, intelligent and charming Prince.

Anyways, I just wanted to ask you for a favor… if you see him on the road, could you give him a lift?

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