Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, five princesses got together for drinks. It wasn't often, with duties of their kingdoms, that the beautiful and fair princesses were able to get together. With home and husband, the princesses had busy schedules.
As it always is with beautiful princesses, the discussion lead to that of the bedroom.
One princess exclaimed "before I married the prince we went out and had a good time"
Another princesses agreed and added "before I married the prince he sent me flowers all the time"
The third princess said "before I married the prince we had romance, he'd light candles and undress me"
The fourth princess exclaimed "before I married the prince we made love and didn't just have sex.
The fifth princess stayed silent listening to all her married princess friends.
The moral of this not-so-fairy-tale is that sometimes people forget all of the small things that add up to the meaning of it all.
When people get caught up in the day to day grind that is being a couple or being a family, certain things get pushed aside.
Why is it that men (in general, not in every circumstance) forget those small things? The princesses continued to debate the question as fruity drinks were replenished. A wise queen would advise that the prince was wooing the princess, making the best of all he had to offer. Once the princess had fallen for him and invested her heart and body the prince no longer would feel the need to continue the wooing.
But is it always this way? Aren't there the princesses that will tell you that life can always be this way. That marrying the prince isn't the end to the beauty that was dating?
Dating is always and will always be a game. We are all setting ourselves up to be the best we can be, call it survival of the fittest for dating. If the person we are pursuing doesn't see us as the "perfect catch" why will they continue to chase?
A princess mentioned "I've tried to keep it alive" but she felt she had failed. No matter how many lacy ensembles or candles she lit, her prince wasn't interested in romance.
Some would argue that it is genetic. Sex is really, when you strip it bare, instinctual. We pick a mate that will produce what we consider to be suitable offspring. So once the wooing has taken place and the prize has been captured, it no longer really is about making love but making life.
So what did the fifth princess learn?
Leave the dumb bastard. Don't settle for less then what you deem best.
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