I am a Princess!

 Yes I have a hard exterior, yes I have a potty mouth and as much grace as a mosquito in gumboots, yes I drink whiskey and watch football and have a temper that can flare from laid back beach bum to South of Jhb – “ill punch you in the face” in a matter of minutes, depending on how hard you push me. Yes I wear jeans sneakers n hoods most of the time and I don’t cross my legs at the ankles.

I say inappropriate things and I make rude jokes. I am not scared to laugh at myself and my body is not perfect. My hair sometimes sticks up and I don’t always wash my dishes and make my bed. Some mornings I may find myself in a rush and a wear a t-shirt that may not be entirely fresh. I eat cheeseburgers and sometimes forget to wipe the sauce from my cheek. I am a foosball addict and the more passionate I get the less demure I become. I don’t mind my P’s n Q’s, I don’t giggle and bat my eyelashes (unless I’m around my pops in which case I completely transform into Daddy’s Little Girl)

I’m not exactly what one would call a lady or a “girly girl” – however that doesn’t mean that when I’m home alone I don’t get indecisive about what color to paint my nails and make sure my legs are smooth. It doesn’t mean I don’t have dilemmas about what I’m going to wear out that night It doesn’t mean I don’t like to eat chocolate while soaking in candlelit bubble baths with some chick tunes in the background.  It doesn’t mean I don’t wear sexy lingerie under my jeans n T’s. It doesn’t mean I don’t like a good giggle with my girlfriends and that I cant rock a pretty dress and some 6 Inch heels. It certainly doesn’t mean that when it comes to boys I shouldn’t be treated as anything less than what I am – a Princess… (Maybe the Princess of Punk to some, but a Princess none the less)

I want to be wined n dined and I LOVE flowers. Yellow Daffodils are my favorite! (HINT HINT)  Such happy little blossoms, those… I want to be told I’m beautiful, even if it is when I am fluey and a bit smudged. I want to be asked to dinner and the movies and not in a game playing, best buds kind of way but because you (you , being my imaginary Prince Charming who is on his wayward path to finding me) want me to. Because you can’t think of anyone else you would rather be watching a movie with. I want to be thought of during the day. I want to be spoiled, just because you thought I deserved it. I want to be special to you. But all the while, being accepted, for who I am. I want to be cooked for and I want to occasionally be picked over boys night just because…. 

I am happy to be the beer chugging gal whilst out n about who head bangs to Metallica and is all about the laughter because that’s who I am and that’s who you’ll be signing up for - but when the lights go out I also, want to be curled up next to my cuddle monkey feeling safe and protected , whilst my surprise delivered,  Daffodils take their happy place on the window sill and resting in my BlackBerry are the reminders that I am someone’s Princess.

Rock on Real Romance!