A Knight or a Prince?
I had a most interesting day at church today. And for the record, I am writing this while the thought is still fresh in my mind (and because I need to think about it for a minute or two) and while I am waiting for inspiration for a paper that I have due tomorrow to come to my mind.
Today was interesting because they decided to combine the three student wards (a ward being a Mormon congregation) and have us all come to the stake center for Sacrament meeting, where the Stake Presidency would be speaking to us about various things. The first guy was talking about dating, and how we needed to do more of it. Which was… interesting. For several reasons. Firstly, because I have been informed several times that I am a man-hater, and I have agreed every single time. Secondly, because even I have been wondering about dating a little bit lately. However, this has nothing whatsoever to do with my story, except that it will inform you that dating has been stewing in my brain a little bit lately.
You know how there’s that thing in Breakfast at Tiffany’s where Audrey Hepburn is talking about “The Mean Reds?” Which is completely different from the Blues? How when you have the mean reds you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of? By the by, if you haven’t seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s then you should. Along with any other Audrey Hepburn film that you can lay your hands on. She’s the woman that made being skinny popular, but I can’t think to hold that against her. In all honesty she was a fabulous woman. Did you know that she used to dance for German officers during World War II so that she could give money to the Resistance? And that was long before she ever became an actress. She was a heavenly sort of woman.
Well, I’m pretty sure I had the mean reds today. It’s not terribly uncommon. I managed to get through playing the prelude music with two other girls, a musical number with the same two girls and a guy, and I even made my way through another musical number singing. There were quite a few musical numbers today. More than there were speakers. But as soon as it was over and everyone was getting all lined up for food (that they had graciously decided to provide us poor starving college students), I got the mean reds. My fight or flight reflex went nuts. Someone standing a good 4 feet away made me go insane. But I lasted long enough to eat some food. And then I found my violin and scriptures and keys and such, and I decided to start walking home.
Unfortunately, the Stake Center here is clear across town from where I live. But I had (and still have) homework to do, and I couldn’t stand to wait around much longer. I was going crazy (crazier). So I pulled off my heels and started walking, and I was followed out the door by several reasonably good looking guys. None of whom were paying any attention to me. Which was fine. I really didn’t want any attention.
Fortunately, as I started down the street, carrying cases and bags and shoes, a guy I met earlier this week (or last week) pulled over to the side and asked me if I was really planning to walk barefoot. And of course my reply was that it hurt less than wearing heels. Thank goodness he had the patience to stick around and ask if I wanted a ride. And thank goodness that I was feeling tired, miserable, and humble enough to say yes.
Well, from what I’ve found out about this guy so far, he’s in the Army National Guard, which actually kind of suits me fine. My family is very much a military type family, and this guy is doing the same thing as my brother. It was nice to get a ride from this guy, not just because it would save my aching feet, but also because it felt pretty safe, and it helped to calm down the mean reds.
I don’t know if I ever could entertain thoughts about going out with this guy. I question whether I’d be able to entertain thoughts about going out with any guy. I’m not sure I’m emotionally capable or ready, especially when I start having the mean reds all over the place and I can’t hardly stay in control of my own brain. But it is nice to think sometimes that there is that chance. And maybe it’s just me being overly-romantic, but it’s nice that a guy that I’ve only met once pulled over and gave me a ride. Which means that he has probably just achieved “Knight in Shining Armor” status. Whether he really deserves it or not.
I’ve always wondered though whether I’m after a “Knight in Shining Armor,” or a “Prince on his Valiant Steed.” My biggest problem is, how do you determine which is which? I think I may have finally come up with a list to distinguish between the two.
- Bring flowers
- Give jewelry (HELLOOO, why else would there be crown jewels floating around the world?)
- Take a girl out to dinner.
- Go dancing.
Princes in Literature include:
- The Phantom of the Opera
- Mr. Bingley
- Edward Cullen (But he rates about a zero on the awesome-o-meter!)
Knights/Warriors (and yes, I did get the picture just because it has a pretty gorgeous black horse):
- Take a girl out to ride on a fox-hunt or teach her how to ride a motorcycle, or some such thing
- Challenge all the princes to duels, which makes us roll our eyes
- Are more gruff and less charming than princes
- Tend to be quite flawed.
Knights in Literature include:
- Mr. Darcy
- Mr. Rochester
- Inigo Montoya.
- Potentially Achilles and/or Hector, but we’re reserving judgement on that. You notice, they all seem to fall into the tall, dark, and handsome category, usually with the tortured nature.
Basically, very few Princes have any use or any form of awesomeness. A rare few do (Mr. Bingley, Hector, potentially Achilles). Meanwhile, the Knights are… hmph. I’m not quite sure how to put it. Princes are the ones you fall for when you see them, and they always get the woman they love, who is always beautiful and sweet, etc. etc. Knights are the ones that would honestly leap to defend your honor, etc. etc., and in my opinion, they’re the ones worth killing for. I of course use this only as a figure of speech. Please, no killing on anyone’s account.
My most recent conclusion is that I’m stuck with getting a Mr. Rochester (from Jane Eyre) someday after a few fistfights and punches to the nose (most likely from Pride and Prejudice). And so therefore, I must be stuck with a Knight. But I wonder if I could handle being with a Knight. It would require a level of stamina and passion and so on and so forth that I wonder if I really have.
But I’m not sure I’d be able to love a Prince. They’re beautiful, and it seems like I don’t ever want to settle for less, but would I honestly be able to stand to be with a prince for the rest of my life? In a way, it seems like it would be a dull and tiring existence. I would go nuts, and I think there’s a chance that I would die of boredom after a few years, and that love would simply fade.
If you could have any man in the world fall in love with you, simply because you fell in love with them, who would it be? Would it be a Knight or a Prince? And could you spend the rest of your life that way? Would you feel like you could always love that person for eternity, or would you feel burdened by your connection?
See, this is why falling in love is so dang hard, and this is exactly why I’ve never succeeded. Wouldn’t it be nice if Heavenly Father could just drop you into whatever place you needed to be, whenever you needed to be, point you in the correct direction, and say, “You see that guy right over there? That’s the one you’re supposed to be with. Have a great happily ever after?”
Sheesh. This whole concept just had to be complicated, didn’t it?
Okay, by the by, winner of a fabulous brownie-mix (because it’s easier to ship than brownies, and it will taste fresher and lovelier for longer) will be announced soon. When it is, I will also post instructions for how to give me your address and information confidentially so that I can ship it to you. That is, if you want it. Otherwise, it goes to the runner-up.
Have a fabulous day, and make sure to smile at someone you don’t know today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!