Romance..... ?

...Does it still exist?
I like to think it does, but I have quite lost faith in it. Then again, I haven’t been in a “decent” relationship since I was 14, so maybe it is still out there, I just haven’t found it yet.

I dream of fairytales, a prince rescuing me from a tower after slaying the evil dragon, 100 bad guys and getting scratched to ribbons as he makes his way through a forest of thorns. He would do all this just because he loved me.
Prince Charming would stroke my hair and hold me tight while I fall asleep, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. After an amazing breakfast, he would kiss me goodbye before leaving for work, a hard day of dragon slaying and bad guy killing…oh actually, scratch the whole dragon slaying thing, he wouldn’t kill animals, especially not endangered ones like dragons! Bad guy killing and, um, helping the poor. He would return home at the end of the day, a single hand picked flower in one hand and a chocolate cake to share in the other, to an amazing cooked dinner on the table (cooked by me of course). Perfect!

I know. I am a dreamer. But a girl should have her dreams. I dream in colours and cakes, most of my dreams are pink fluffy sponge cakes full of cream and sweeties! Some are brown, burnt rock cakes, and this makes me sad, but sometimes, even the most blackened rock cakes can still have jam in the middle, you just have to look for it.
So I try and stay positive, but sometimes it’s hard to have so much belief and faith in something when you’re not even sure it exists…although it was totally easy to believe in Father Christmas…

Is it too much to ask that my cakey dreams become reality? I want a love that wraps me up in candy floss, sprinkles glitter all over me and leaves that warm, fuzzy feeling in my tummy that cakes leave, but with much fewer calories and a lot less guilt.

In 2010 can a boyshape still be as romantic as they were known to be, way back in the day? Can he still leave love notes in secret places for me to find? Can he get his scissors and glue out and make me a card to say he loves me, just because? Can he post comments for me to read when I get home? Can he take me on proper dates, not a slap up meal and flashing cash all over the place, but maybe to a cute, little veggie café and a stroll through the park? Would he bring me sweeties and lollipops to share with him? Will he totally appreciate it if I cook him pancakes for breakfast? Will he adore the cupcakes that I bake for him? Would he shower me with fuzzy hugs and glittery kisses?
Will he still love me despite my blatantly obvious weird quirk and oddities, like loving dollies, and babbling on about total rubbish, telling five different stories at once? Or would he just tell me that I’m ‘far too weird’ for him?

Or I am just asking for far too much?

I am a total guru on the subject of scaring boyshapes away when they think they might just like you. I am not clingy or freaky; I think…I don’t know what it is. I think I just get carried away on a huge pink cloud, wrapped up in that candy floss so quickly that it gets in my eyes and makes me all sticky and gooey and just downright silly. I shower them with compliments and love and they run the other way screaming, suddenly I fall from my pink cloud like rain and land, head first, in the centre of the biggest burnt rock cake I have ever seen! And this one doesn’t have any jam in the middle! Typical.