Growing up I was fed on fairy tales - the hapless princess who is rescued by a prince and they live happily ever after with their "going to grow up to be calvin klein model" babies... Ahh.... the world was such a perfect illusion growing up....
Now nearly having reach the mid 30s my concept of love is being forced to undergo a major deconstruction... so instead of just the hapless princess, we have two hapless overworked professionals who probably deep within want to feel like a prince and princess but end up feeling like the proverbial toad who is waiting to be kissed !! So off they go on their hunt for the perfect mate only to encounter myriad specimens, some of them so bewildering that the wannabe prince and princess recoil back into the safety of their professional life......at least in your professional life the worst that can happen is that your boss turns out to be a phycho but you dont have to take him back home with you..... infact the game of love is so rife with the prospect of failure that many would rather invest in a stable career....
What is happening to my generation? Are we over analyzing? Are we over sensitive? What happened to the simple formula of falling in love?
Is it time to start a new fairy tale series???
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