Do Girls Actually Want A Prince Charming Or.....

It does and it has been my experience. We have to be nice but also not be a push over.

 

I don't want a Prince Charming.

 

My gf has her prince charm. I charm her, but I might not be charming to everyone. She has her prince of charm. I am not the best looking guy in the room, but I charmed her pants off back when we were getting to know eachother on cam and still doing it today, but in the flesh now with toys.

It all depends on the woman? Some are shallow, materialistic, and some want more? This is the first gf I have had who wants me for more than my money, or lack of it and the car I drive.

 

If you're smart, discerning, drily witty, rapier-swift in repartee, zany at times - finding a guy who "gets you" will be challenging If your avatar is really you, virtually no one is going to be able to ignore your looks. It's hard-wired.

I appreciate your quest and were I 11 years younger I's probably message you to get a feel for what 'getting you' might be like. It could be very pleasant, indeed or it could be terrifying (laughs - sorry, couldn't resist laughing at the prospect of terrifying).

I like your post

 

Girls just wanna have fun.

 

You're not accessible via messaging. Does that mean you can't post either. How did you get banned so quickly, given that this is a more or less wide open forum?

 

well - Prince Andrew

 

Gosh. This is a strange post from you, Candy. Thus far you've avoided the heavy conspiracy theories. You;ll be checking your genes for Annunaki blood next.

 

Way better than Charles!

 

Ya I haven't posted anything in the conspiracy area yet but I am a huge Conspiracy Theorist! I go to another site that is strictly just for that.
It can get too heated when discussing with non conspiracy theorists.

 

it happens all the time. i assume it's usually when they post in the same thread as one of their male aliases.

 

Not sure whether I'm a true conspiracy theorist or not, but I never believe what I read n the press releases and my theories and beliefs about our origins and future sure didn't come from Bible camp (I can hardly write those words without retching

 

I ran out of likes - apparently one can only post so many in a 24-hour period - perhaps i was too effervescent

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If Prince Charming is someone who loves me, likes me and believes in me, then yes....he is who I want...if he does not like, love or believe in me,. then no, I am not interested....

 

I've run out of my daily quota of 'likes' and it's killing me, Moonie

 

Yes I totally want a prince. That doesn't mean he can't also look good in jeans and a t-shirt ;-p

 

O where have you been my blue-eyed girl? I have seen you not at the fair nor at the harvest festival ???

 

Phew! (breathes a sigh of relief that she has chosen him. Stables his white mare and begins to climb Kerri's 110-foot pony-tail to her cold prison in the tower (he has a warm, Hudson's Bay blanket in his codpiece).

This is what we're talking about:

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter’d the Netherby Hall,
Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
“O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”

“I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied;—
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.”

The bride kiss’d the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,—
“Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar.

(more on request)

 

oh, you toothsome cynic

 

here's the rest of it

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper’d, “’twere better by far
To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach’d the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?