Nevertheless, those story books that depicted of a prince saving a damsel in distress probably rubbed into us the wrong way. The prince would come running to our rescue and would save us. From what? From strict parents who deny you freedom even at 21?, from poverty? From being an old maid? My take on this is we're jumping from one Calphalon pan to another Creuset one. Same fried dish, different frying pan. Rescuing us by a Prince Charming is the number one myth we all grew up with..
Once rescued, (so to say) the next thing a Prince has to do is protection. Probably in the prehistoric era, women needed protection from the bears and the wolves . But in our day and age, we're probably better off protecting ourselves. Besides most men nowadays only want one thing---to get into a woman's pants...not that they're gay---You know what I mean.
Those story book tales and cartoons of yesteryears are such a misconception. Popeye rescuing the screamy, whiny Olive with her shrill voice that could waken the dead. For all its worth, Popeye is better off without Olive. Considering how thin she is, she probably doesn't know how to cook. And by the way, if you were a teenager, would you want to marry a guy that smelled like your grandpa, just like Popeye with his pipe?
Protection and Security expected from your prince is a thing of the past. If you marry for protection, you might as well get an insurance guy because he can give you the best policy for your protection. And Security?...get a guard from an agency, or some policeman who moonlights---both will give you security, don't they?
Sometimes marrying Mr. Right has its challenges. It's just like saying, you won't know how strong the tea is until it has been thoroughly infused. You just have to take chances and calculate your risks. Because, in life there are no guarantees except taxes and death.
A few years ago, Mike placed in facebook his status as “open relationship” which to me meant that we had no secrets between us. Our friends went abuzz inquiring, “what's with you guys?! How are you doing?” Frankly, I didn't know what the term meant until I looked it up, and it had something to do with promiscuity and sexual liberation. So I myself, had to ask my hubby “is there something I need to know?” He laughed and said, “what do you think?”
Mike and I have been married for 33 years plus 5 years of M.U. (in today's lingot's Mutual Understanding, but during my time it's Mag Una-una). We are not a perfect couple as we do have our quirks and misunderstandings. But there's a saying, the best gift a dad can give his children is to love their mother”, and that's just what Mike has been doing since and continues to do so. For that, I am forever grateful....... So to my hubby,
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!
by the way an advise for those guys wishing to marry - - since most of you at one time will forget an anniversary, why not get married on your birthday. ....that's just what my hubby did and he has never forgotten one single anniversaryyy ever since......sooo, to my palalabs!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY as well!!! TAGAY ta ron!
August 29 for us is just like hitting two birds with one stone
a pensive mike on our way home in a train....what is he thinking? did he make a mistake in getting married? hmmmmm
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