Mushroom Huts and Fleeting Thoughts

          An email last night from my former boss appeared to me as a mockery of sorts, although I knew deep down  how well meaning he intended it to be.  The message:  go out and find your Prince! Yeah right… What a great way to greet someone who now doesn’t mind spending late nights in the office, doing stuff just to keep herself busy and feel numb about what is happening with her love life - or should I say the lack it - and better yet, her being in the incorrigible state of denial in the possibility of love posing itself infront of her again.

         Well, who wouldn ‘t be in such pathetic state if you’re living in a fairy tale world turned upsidedown; where instead of kissing princes disguised as frogs, you meet, date, and fall in love with frogs mistifying you in their prince-like glory.  The paradox though, is that even if its harsh realities could have taken away all my faith in finding pure love, I haven’t given up my idealism; that the probable reason why I am in that terrible state of denial is because that idealism has made me set even higher standards.  Enough of those "ok-looking-bordering-from-the-almost-acceptable" kind, as Isabel Wolff of "The Trials of Tiffany Trott" fame would put it, when all I ever wanted is the "ok-looking-bordering-from-the-almost-DIVINE."  Yes, the harsh realities of love have only made my quest for the Prince ethereal and magical.  And I believe that somewhere, in some part of the world, maybe where the sun is just beginning to set to slumber as my moon alights in the dusky sky, that Prince is also set for the quest to find his Princess. 

         But then, there’s one question that has long bothered me, the answer to which, only God - the writer of my love story - knows… For though grounded I may be, the superficiality of my gullible, childlike emotions may lead me to be dazzled by who seems to be THE ONE.  True enough, my fickle, erring mind could do a "Gloria" and have lapses in judgements from time to time.  With that, I ask, "how many more frogs would I have to kiss before I meet the Prince?"