Linda Gentry Way
The other day a friend ask me to post my favorite cartoon character on my Facebook page to bring awareness to child abuse. Since I have been waiting all my life for my Pepe Le’ Pue, naturally I had to post his picture, and then it dawned on me; my perfect man is a skunk.
Later my son comes to me, and is confused, because a girl he has been seeing has told him she loves him, and he is like, “She doesn’t even know me!” So we sat down and had a little heart to heart and I had to explain females to him.
There seems to be a big disconnect in life as to what the perfect mate is. Most little girls are brought up to believe in the pie in the sky fairy-tale, where your handsome, perfect prince, rides up on his white horse (or in a 2010 Super Cobrajet Mustang) and carries you off into the sunset, on the way to his castle, (fully equipped with maids, and all the money you will ever need), then gets down on his hands and knees and presents you with a Tiffany Embrace soilitary engagement ring that is so large your finger can barely hold it up, wipes his eyes from pure joy as you walk down the aisle in your Jesus Peiro wedding dress, with every dignitary there, (and also every person that has ever wronged you in your life, and made you feel like the ugly duckling), takes you into his arms, lays you across a beautiful Ego Paris canopy bed, covered in rose petals, and makes mad passionate love to you every night for the rest of your life, (only stopping long enough to bear your lovely, perfect children, that grow up in a home filled with nothing but love and laughter, until the day comes that they meet their perfect mate and ride off into the sunset) with no problems, no worries, only your love for each other; a love so deep that even death can not separate you. (Which reminds me of one of my favorite poems, Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe).
WAIT…………STOP………..HERE ENTERS THE CLASSIC BAD BOY…….
Edgar Allen Poe, (a struggling writer that gambled, drank too much, dabbled with Opium, (some say he was a mad man) and was so poor at one time that he had to burn his furniture to keep warm. I think I am in love!
What happened? How did I go from looking for my Mr. Perfect nice guy (sent down from Heaven to rescue me), to the perfect bad boy, (that I need to rescue)? Probably much the same way it happens to most everyone.
I thought I had met my perfect prince when I was a teenager. He always left love notes on my door, wrote me poetry, and picked me flowers constantly, all the while telling me of his undying love. However, instead of living happily ever after, I found out he was cheating on me with one of my best friends, and I ended up with a broken heart. EXIT STAGE LEFT……forget the nice guy, give me a jerk. At least with a jerk you don’t have to wonder what you have, YOU KNOW, but at least you can hold out hope that you can rescue him from being HIS HIGHNESS, and bring him down to earth where you reside, and will ever so lovingly change him into the prince charming you have always dreamed about.
NEWS FLASH…………..Calling all young females………………….please stop looking for the fairy tale. It doesn’t exist. Prince Charming is really a tin man on a mule, and he isn’t likely to change. He will want you to cook his supper, bear his children, work a full time job, bring him his Lipton Iced Tea or his Bud Lite beer (depending on whether he is prince charming or Your Highness), act like Mother Theresa in public, and Madonna in the bedroom. You might get the car, you might get the ring, and you might get the bed, but good luck with the perfect prince.
While some may find that perfect mate, it is exceedingly rare. Love is a lot of hard work, and there is no Mr. Perfect, just like there is no Mrs. Perfect. If it was so easy to find the "perfect" mate, there would not be so many divorces. Like my big sister says, “Love is not a feeling it is a commitment”. She should know, she has been married over 35 years.
And for all you poetry lovers, here is the Poem….
By: Edgar Allen Poe
It was many a many years ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.