Too little too late

Im not a princess
This aint a fairytale
Im not the one you'll sweep off her feet lead her up the stairwell
This aint Hollywood
This is a small town
I wuz a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your white horse to come around

- Taylor Swift - 'White Horse'

I do not care how many of us red blooded women deny it, we are all waiting for that fairy tale ending. Even if it's a simple one, it has to resemble that idea in our mind that we want, no need - and  that is to be loved.

We all love celebrities right? OK Tom Cruise is ancient, but what about Bradley Cooper *hang ALL over me*, Christian Bale *you can drop down and give me twenty anytime honey*, this is the best I can come up with right now with my caffeine induced lack of sleep. But this is the best time to think about such things.

But there is compromise somewhere. And when I say compromise, I mean MAJOR compromise from our side. I'm sure guys would say the same thing. To look like a James McAvoy you'd have to bench press all day where our Indian men are concerned. The best or worst is I wont settle for second best. I know what I want out of life. I know who I am (finally) and who I want (I'm almost getting there) but you can never be sure can you? 

OK so I have reached quarter of a century. The top guy wants me to have everything BUT love. He wants me to be a loner. And I can safely say I accept that. I don't feel bad anymore when people are kissing in public places, I don't barf anymore when people with their gooey eyes go I LOVE YOU.... heck  I dont even gag when they do the traditional kiss under the centerpiece at weddings. It's all tradition and I am all down with all this BS, because I have accepted what I can't have. So now at peace.

So I may not be a princess and this is no fairytale or Hollywood story, it is not even what I envisaged my life to be at 25, but it's the best that I could come up with. No regrets!