The other day, YaYa asked me if I would be interested in my friend, Mark — IF he weren’t already married. I laughed out loud at the question. “Sure,” I said. I also pointed out that the fact that he was happily married and absolutely in love with his bride was partly what made him so attractive. Mark has other qualities that are very nicely matched to my dream man. Perhaps they are nicely matched to what YaYa wants as well.

I’m now approaching the 3 year mark since my husband’s death. It’s also been over a year since I’ve let myself look for my new charming prince. But the pickings are slim-to-none. One need only take a look around to quickly see that all the princes have already been paired up with their princesses. Why is that? Why do all the good ones seem to be already spoken for?

It would seem that my plan to fall into my new love’s arms might be flawed. It’s just not happening — even when I take a chance and leave the safety of the castle walls. Sometimes it seems like I must take drastic measures such as biting into a poison apple or pricking my finger on a spindle to find myself a man.

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