The Pretty Woman Effect

I watch Pretty Woman. I question my life.
Alright, so maybe my life choices won't start with me standing on the corner of Hollywood Blvd in ridiculously high heeled boots falling into the car of my would-be Prince Charming, but at somepoint, I would like to meet my Prince Charming.

And I want him to be good, and kind and funny. I want him to laugh with me, not because he's made me look small. I want him to make me feel pretty just be holding my hand because no ones done that to me before. Is it so much to ask, that, in this day and age, at my age a boy is capable of actually falling in love or, at the very least admit to having feelings for a girl.

I'm bored of the bullshit. Of the arseholes and their entirely miserable games. I was never good at sport.

I want nice.

I want a something that is drama free and absolutely beautiful.

Is that too much to ask?