Prince Charming is Dead

Early thirties recovering hopeless-romantic.

I’ve wooed the princess, I’ve tilted with the dark knight, I’ve battled the dragon, and somewhere along the way I lost my blessed shield and my vorpal blade, my steed ran back to the barn, and the high tower proved harder to climb than I expected.  Fairy Godmothers and magic spells leave a lot more to be desired than the handbook ever warned me about.

Eventually, prince charming died and his younger brother squire just-doing-my-best took over the quest.  The prince is dead, long live the prince.

For whatever reason, I can be reached at my gmail.com address: deadcharming