My
name is Dalia
White and
I am single. I have been single since I left college and have loved
every minute of it. Although I must admit I have not always been
immune to the-media-induced-love-panic.
Sex-obsessed lifestyle magazines, cute baby adverts and
happily-ever-after movies have left me wanting more. Wanting the
large suburban house with a Wagon-van full of screaming toddlers, and the handsome doctor for a husband who never forgets my Birthday. In
reality, however, I have never even met a doctor, let alone had his
babies. And I blame my fairy God mother for that. If she had taken
better care of me I might have had it all by now. But no, she had
forgotten all about my Cinderella-wishes and have left me stuck with
world-class losers.
Oh
dear,
my life is far from picture perfect.
But
my mum has always told me that I should make do with the little
things in life. I should be grateful for the good cup of coffee I
drank this morning, the ironed dress I wore to work and the last
season silhouettes I bought on sale. What
bullshit!
I will not rest until I have it all: the killer job; the glam
lifestyle; the beautiful friends; and of course my own Prince
Charming. For what is the point of living if not to have it all? And
right now I am half-way through my list of happiness. I have a killer
job and do at times lead a rather glamourous lifestyle. And of course,
most of my friends are not scruffy-looking either, yet I find myself
feeling rather blue. What is that I missing? Is it a person, a
hobby or an emotion? Maybe drugs will help? No, I doubt it. I think
it must be the absence of my Prince Charming. You do know who I am
talking about – the tall handsome prince known for his everlasting
chivalry and fine riding skills. Alas,
he
must be on the verge of extinction for no matter how far and wide I
search, he always seems to elude me. And my exes are the living
breathing proof of his dissolution. =P
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