Have you ever heard the saying, 'you've got to kiss a couple frogs until you find your prince'? Well, I have, and a lot of people have said it to me considering my dating track record isn't that great. But, I mean, have you ever thought -- what if the case is that I'm not the princess type? What if I'm the ugly stepsister the prince has to get past to find his real princess? I mean, I assume Cinderella's sisters probably figured they deserved love. Did they know they were being evil? I don't think so.
So what if that's me? What if I'm the ugly stepsister who's convinced the prince should be mine but when it all comes down to it, the shoe just doesn't fit? I'm probably not even making any sense to you right now.
From the way I'm talking I probably sound mental to whoever may be reading this. I guess it's good this remains relatively anonymous -- you'd probably think I was crazy if we ever came face to face. In truth these letters are helping me, and I guess I should thank you for reading this one. It really does mean a lot to me.
I guess my problems stem from guys -- figures, huh? Typical teenager who thinks she's not pretty enough or that something is wrong with her because every boy she comes across seems to break her heart. I promise, that's not me. I don't mine being single, honest, I don't, but I can't help but let it get to me sometimes. Is it possible for someone to be bothered enough to give me a second glance?
I guess you could say I'm used to it. I'm used to being the usual mend. The secondary character to the main girl who always gets the guy. Don't you think it's stranger how in movies, she could be totally geeky but when you take off her glasses, suddenly she's gorgeous? Yeah right. I wish real life were like that. That one day the popular guy in school makes a bet with his friend to date the geeky girl and she ends up being a total blow-out and he falls for her, and they live happily ever after.
But that's not real life, and I guess that's why the movie business is so popular. It gives us hope. Hope that maybe one day us ordinary people will attract that one person who's been the apple of our eye since forever or one day we'll turn around and see our best friend, who is suddenly the love of our life. But that's not reality. Reality is when you look up and see that all the guys you've ever wanted have found beautiful girls that everyone knew they would end up with anyways. And as you gaze around you realize you are completely and utterly alone.
I sound like I'm writing a Greek tragedy or something. Either way, I'm that smart girl who will never have anything more than that -- her facts. And as far as I'm concerned, there's no star quarterbacks or hot professors who are secretly vying for my attention. My life has been spent as an ordinary girl and I'm okay with that -- for now.