This is not your usual Disney fairy tale...
Once upon a time, there was a fair young lass. She was a tomboy, stubborn (to the point of orneriness), sarcastic (it could be ugly), fiercely independent (it drove people crazy, especially her biological father who tried to beat it out of her) and very passionate (about books, food, anything) at 19-20 years of age it made her standout in not a good way. She also never really dreamed of getting married. It wasn't her thing. Big fluffy dresses, nails, perfectly groomed hair... she just couldn't see herself doing any of this. This has not changed even as she's becoming older. She is dreading the day her beautiful daughters come to her and say they want to get married. She's going to tell them to elope and spend the money that you would on the wedding on a fabulous vacation. It's the marriage, not the wedding, that counts. Yeah, that fair lass is going to win Mother of the Year.
Okay, back to the story... The fair lass had turned twenty and had just broken up with a not so charming prince or if you will a... my baby's daddy (god, do I hate that term but those three words can sum up a whole situation quite succinctly.) After the not-so-charming prince dumped our fair lass, her mother asked, 'When are you going to bring home an older prince. Someone more mature.' Our lass pondered that question but it didn't take long for an answer.
She was working at a place that can make many dreams come true, no, not Disneyland, silly. The place that all the princes took as a place to practice their archery skills because there is a big red bulls eye on the front of the building. Target. This Target, in a far off land called Lodi, hadn't even opened the store yet. Many people came from near and far to help get this particular Target opened. While getting this Target store opened, she met this guy. He was tall, very imposing, and her boss. They really didn't have much contact but he always made it a point to say hi. Our fair lass liked this guy, as crazy as this sounds, she dreamed about this guy before she had even met him. Which was crazy because he had transferred from a North Dakota store but later found out he was originally from Stockton. He seemed nice and very smart but he was older than her by 12 years.
'There's just no way he would be interested in me, someone not even legal to drink.' the fair lass thought, 'and anyways there are so many women flirting with him.' One thing to know about this girl is that she is actually very shy almost to the point of painfully shy but what's stranger yet, can and will flirt with any living thing... it's a conundrum for the ages. She didn't know how to approach her boss so she didn't do anything.
Then her not-so-charming boyfriend broke up with her in a not-so-charming way and because she didn't know any better she went to work that night! I never said our fair lass was smart.
When our girl went to work. The boss saw that she looked like hell and asked her what was wrong. Of course, the fair lass started bawling like a little baby and choked out some words about being dumped and the boss said something like, 'Well, if I was with you, I would always take care of you.' While the words didn't sink in that day they did later on.
Today, thirteen years ago, I actually listened to my mom and brought home someone older than me and married him. Yes, he's 45 and I'm 34.
He loves me for who I am and takes care of me whether I need it or not. He understands I am a prickly pain in the ass who still is fiercely independent and hates any authority. It doesn't bother him or insult his manhood. He laughs at all my jokes and useless facts. He calls from work just to hear my voice. He plays bad cop to my good cop, except when buying cars then the roles suddenly reverse! He loves me more than I can ever love him.
He also has some bad points and he can drive me absolutely crazy but you know what...
I'm still in love with him.