You saw his picture on Facebook. He was a friend of a friend. You requested him. He accepted. You looked at all his photos and were enamored. You found his status updates entertaining and exchanged various silly posts to each others walls. One fateful day your Prince asks you out on a date. So you spend all night doing your hair and makeup and choosing just the right outfit. You look ravishing! Finally your Prince Charming rings the doorbell and you prepare yourself to be swept away.
He is a little late picking you up, but your Prince explains that he got caught in rush hour so that is a valid excuse. Oh wait, you just remembered that it’s Saturday, no traffic. Well, at any rate, he’s there now so you are prepared to enjoy yourself. He doesn’t have any flowers, but that is such an old tradition that you don’t let it bother you. He smiles at you and you feel yourself melt into his perfect symmetrical dimples.
Suddenly his smile fades to an almost blase expression. “Oh. You are wearing that?” he disapprovingly utters. You are shocked. You look down at your outfit that you spent all day picking out. “You…you don’t like it?” you stammer. “No, it’s not that I don’t like it. It’s that you are so much prettier than that. ” he sneakily smiles. “I have something for you, my princess.” You are confused and your heart doesn’t know weather to drop or to fly. He takes your hand and leads you to his red hot Ferrari. He opens the door and hands you a Gucci shopping bag. You open the bag and pull out the sexiest red dress you’ve ever seen. Well this just seems to make up for everything! He really is a prince! How did you get so lucky? “Oh, my, gosh! It’s beautiful! Thank you!” you throw your arms around him for a hug.
He pushes you away. “Careful. I don’t want you to get all that makeup on my suit. It’s expensive.” he states matter of fact. You just assume he is joking. You invite him into your home so you can go change before your date. He declines the offer as his phone starts to ring. He tells you to be quick about it because dinner reservations are in 20 minutes and you still have to drive there. He seems to dismiss you with a wave of his hand while he answers his phone. You think to yourself that he is just busy with business. He got your such a gorgeous dress. No one has ever done that on the first date. With a Gucci in your hand, you can excuse just about anything this guy could do. He was just so handsome and rich. He was indeed your Prince Charming.
Just as you open the door to your house he cups his hand on his phone and yells at to you “Hey, keep the tags on, just in case the date doesn’t work out!” WHAT? Is he serious? Your brains starts spinning as you turn around to look back at him in shock. At that moment he starts laughing hysterically. “You should see your face!” he utters between giggles. “The dress is yours, Princess. Just no dessert for you. Don’t want you popping out of the dress too soon!” he snaps with a wink. Your Prince is a joker, you’ll give him that, but the way he calls you ‘Princess’ seems to excuse anything he can say or do. Not to mention the Gucci you are about to put on. This is going to be an interesting date to say the least.
…to be continued.