I grew up reading fairytales and watching Disney movies where Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty all had each of their own handsome Prince Charming who came at the time when the princesses needed help the most. He comes in riding his stallion, rescues them, takes them to his kingdom and then, they live happily ever-after. As a little girl, I truly believed that growing up, I would meet my Prince Charming just in time for him to rescue me from my troubles and whisk me off to my own happy ending.
But as a child who played pretend each and every day, I admit I was quite neurotic and delusional. I wanted my own castle, about a hundred servants, a fairy godmother and even, waist-long blonde hair despite my Chinese roots. (Who wouldn't be when you're bombarded with these wistful fantasies that are made out to be true?)
Reading "The Curse of the TFM," I was reminded of the growing number of females who find their selves sorely disappointed with men. Some men just lack the initiative, some are overly aggressive and others have eliminated the words "chivalry" and "gentleman" from their vocabulary.
It appears that as time progresses, the descendants of Prince Charming decreases, leaving damsels in distress wanting to just stay locked up in their towers for a hundred more years rather than go out with these trolls and ogres. In the place of Prince Charming, we have the displeasure of meeting Prince Obnoxious, Prince Narcissus-wannabe, or to unfortunate others, Prince Torpe.
Prince Charming, it seems, is nowhere to be found.
Is asking for someone who would take care of you and treat you like royalty once in a while too much to ask? Doesn't every girl want to feel loved and special? Don't we deserve even an ounce of Prince Charming in the men we meet?
Is it because most of these men who have genetic leftovers from Prince Charming are either taken or gay? I've heard it time and time again how girls find this one man who matches all the qualities they look for in a guy, but then, they discover he's married, engaged or, worse, just not interested in women. Imagine how you find someone who could actually understand all your pains and needs, then you find out he's into the same guy as you are. Another potential prince off the list.
There is a dramatic increase in closet revelations with the onset of the accept-who-you-are generation, producing more men-loving-men than men-who-could-possibly-be-Prince-Charming. What's worse, these men-loving-men who are great chika buddies and fashion advisers, actually add fierce competition as they also hunt for the elusive Prince.
So where does that leave us? With the Filipino female demographics higher than the Filipino male, what is the chance that we still get to find "the one?"
It seems like a hopeless case, a search that would most likely end up in vain. But why is it that we continue to meet other Princes, have our hearts broken (to some, get more than their hearts broken), cry for sleepless nights, indulge in fattening chocolate ice cream, pick up pieces of our hearts, tape it back together again and then, go out with another potential Prince?
Maybe it's because when we get hurt so bad that we would swear we would never date again, we are reminded of that picturesque portrait of ourselves in the arms of our prince riding into the sunset. Deep inside, the little girl still lives in all of us.
Even though we wouldn't admit it in broad daylight, we still believe that our Prince Charming is out there somewhere, looking for us, and that one day, when it seems like all hope is gone, he would come striding in his white stallion, scoop us in his arms and we would finally have our own happily-ever-after.
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