If I Were a Prince

If I were an engineering graduate, real estate broker, attorney, extremely attractive person, and the smartest person in the room,  I could see how easy it would be for my head to swell. With so many assets and accomplishments, I could also see how I might succumb to the desire to control my environment and everything in it. I am after all, the smartest person in my environment. With my law degree, arrogance could become part of my demeanor, as well as the need to always, always win. Manipulation might also be in my arsenal as a means to get my way. But, alas, I was none of those things. And since I had no bragging rights--I was a minimum-wage secretary with a few college classes on my resume--and since I was looking for marriage, babies, and happily ever after, I was nice and sweet and accommodating and non-confrontational and submissive and everything else a prince would want in his fair maiden.

If I were a prince who thought myself to be pretty darn special, exceptional actually, I might not want to settle for just any maiden in the maiden meadow. I might want to keep my maiden options open, just in case another better maiden strolled into the maiden meadow.  "Oh, glee. Looky yonder, over there by the babbling creek, another maiden, another option." If I were an arrogant prince who wanted his maiden to feel lucky that he chose her and not another maiden, I might exploit her vulnerabilities, remind her of her deficiencies, and call her names. "Not everyone is college material. Sorry about your skinny legs. You are the most selfish person I have ever met in my entire life! After everything I have done for you, you are the most ungrateful person I know." If I were a prince, who knows what I would do in the maiden meadow. But, alas, I am not a prince. I am a maiden and a maiden who wants marriage, babies, and happily ever after has gotta do what's she's gotta do.

Adios, sweet prince. So  long. Later gator. Ciao. Bye Bye now.