I was thinking about relationships here lately. Mine as well as those around me. I've never been great at them but have been really rocked at the dissolution of a good number of marriages that seemed so rock steady in the past 16 months or so. You cant judge a book by its cover I know from back when but all the reviews seemed like they were legit.
Zoe and I were talking about Cinderella today afterschool at the park and it really got me to think about Prince Charming. He was just a guy doing his normal day to day thing. I mean he had literally hundreds of balls under his belt by his age. Seen lots of beautiful women, intellectual women, artistic women, poetic women, graceful, short, blonde, brunette, etc.. There wasn't any girl he really hadn't encountered. Until the one night Cinderella came by and there was the connection.
Then once he found her he went through the entire kingdom to the last girl in Cinderella. Everyone that he slip a shoe on he hoped was the right one despite the obvious. He didn't limit his search to white blonds 5'9 to 5'10 105 pounds c cups. No the story makes a point that he took that slipper door to door and no matter what if you didn't have a penis you tried the shoe on. I think that's really poignant. Old ass stepmother got a try as much as Cinderella got a try. he knew exactly what he wanted and gave everyone a fair shot. Even after he went through half the kingdom he didn't sway from his purpose.
I tend to think about Cinderella as a girls story but really I dig it as a guys story now. Everyone that I slipped the proverbial slipper to that didn't work out it was for a reason. It just wasn't the right fit and no matter how I squished her foot into the slipper it wasn't meant to be. Even if they were cool stumbling around in it cutting up her foot leaving a bloody trail behind that doesn't make it all right. It fits or it doesn't. Nothing was wrong with Prince charming or any of the other women for that matter the slipper simply didn't fit.
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