Once upon a time, there was a girl. Not a princess, just a girl. It’s a good thing this girl wasn’t born into royalty, as her manners were lacking, her demeanor incredibly unrefined, and most importantly, she hated wearing dresses. No one would mistake this girl for a princess, but she did kiss some toads.
There was one toad who told her in all seriousness that she would make a good first wife, if only she would change her college major and become a kindergarten teacher. You see, he had always planned on his first wife being a kindergarten teacher.
There was another toad who complained when the girl wanted to go to the movies, as the town with a movie theater had stoplights, and he didn’t like going into “the city.”
There was the toad who thought it was disgusting when the girl would sneak a few fries from the fast food bag while pulling away from the drive-thru, saying with scorn, “Only pigs can’t wait ten minutes to eat.” The girl kept eating the fries, but also kept the toad much longer than she should have.
Or the one she dated her freshman year of high school who would make the girl change her outfit if he didn’t like what she was wearing. She tolerated this for a short period of time because this toad had a car.
One day, the girl met a boy. Now, many of the toads looked like boys in the beginning, but turned into toads later. Others looked like toads from the get go, but they were cute toads, so what the hell?
This boy would maybe turn into a toad, but she didn’t think so, and besides, he was irresistibly adorable. The girl was happy to take the chance. The girl was graduating from college soon, and as long as she got her degree, she had a job waiting for her. Her main priority was having as much fun before entering the real world as possible, and the boy looked like fun. Lots of fun.
Fun was had. So much of the fun. While the girl was skipping class to hang out with the boy, she quickly fell in love. Within two weeks, after too many pitchers of mystery beer, the girl declared her love for the boy, right before she puked in a garbage can.
The boy, looking more and more like a prince, held the girl’s hair, rubbed her back, and suggested that maybe they have the love discussion later. True to his word, he pulled her aside a few days later, and soberly declared his love, too.
It was ON.
Two weeks after that, the girl graduated and moved five hours away to start the stupid job that she now hated because it kept her away from the boy.
The girl and boy spent the next year making the ten-hour, round-trip drive every week to visit each other, putting the hurt on the boy’s mom’s gas card. Parents: If you give your college kids a gas card, save yourself some serious coin and put in a clause about long-distance relationships.
The boy never turned into a toad. He would occasionally display toad-like tenancies, but so would the girl, and that’s just life.
The boy and girl got married, and had a son who hops like crazy, but is more prince-like than toad-like. Two years later, they created a girl, who truly believes she is a princess, dresses and all.
And they all lived happily ever after.
I read this while getting a pedicure with the boys Mom. What a wonderful story! He was a toad he just changed into a boy once he found you!
Ha! That might be true. Don’t tell him.
Any boy that holds your hair and rubs your back while you puke in the trash was never a toad! My toads never held my hair, but my boy helped carry me across the street and get me into my house after a night out- I was already taller than him to begin with and was wobbling on 6 inch platforms. He’s good stuff.
I love a man who can handle a sauced-up woman. Give yours a high-five from me!
How your prince handles his Princess Drunkarina is a key test. Now there’s something I can’t wait to tell my little girl about love! What a sweet little story.
“Sweetheart, if he holds your hair, or even better, pulls it into a ponytail for you, he’s a keeper. Also, make sure he passes the fry-out-of-the-bag test.”
“Sweetheart, if he holds your hair, or even better, pulls it into a ponytail for you, he’s a keeper. Also, make sure he passes the fry-out-of-the-bag test.”
Love this! Great little nugget of a love story. Erin
Thanks Erin. Mmm…nuggets.
Which part of this do I love the most?
Stoplights = city driving?
You and I dated the same “fry Nazi”
You barfed a first I Love You
Nah, the happy ending. That shit gets me every time.
A few months later, also after too much beer, I told him I was going to marry him. I’m so klassy.
Someone told you that you were a pig for eating fries out of the bag? That is totally unforgivable and of all the toady stuff up there, this one was like an arrow right through the heart. P.S. You’re better than a princess.
He had so many of his own issues that he projected onto me. I sort of understood that at the time, but I excused so much because he was funny and usually fun to be around. I still eat fries out of the bag, and they’re extra delicious now. P.S. YOU are.
I love this story, and I love Sarah’s comment! The only way I found my boy was because I’d finally decided all boys were toads and decided to wait for the one that would turn into a boy when he was with me. It worked! 😉
You gave me lots of happy, warm fuzzies from reading this love story. Thank you!
I’m so glad you liked the story. You and Sarah are onto something. I like it, too. That means I can take credit for his good behavior. 😉
AWWWW!! This is SO SWEET! 🙂 Love it!-Ashley
Thanks, Ashley!
GAHH!! FEELINGS!! TURN THIS INTO A PICTURE BOOK FOR YOURSELF, STAT! I’d say have your kids illustrate it, but having them sketch out mommy puking in the trash can while daddy rubs her back might not be the best parenting idea. Would make a cute gift for your prince, though!
“Now draw one of mommy with a tummy ache. Maybe Daddy is making sure she feels better? Now draw one of Mommy eating all the french fries. That one should be easy!”
Oh, how I love this story. I live it even more because it’s true!
I live it and love it! 😉
Should be I love it even more…
I love, love, LOVE this story. The love puke, the sober declaration, the stupid job, the toad-like tenancies that we all have–everything about it. (But mostly the love puke.)
That situation was so telling for me. He’s lucky I got wasted to give him the opportunity to shine, don’t you think? Thank you for sharing my love story!
How romantic!(Especially the barfing.)
When I explain to people how my husband and I got together, I say “I had to kiss all the frogs to find him.”
Here’s to paying your dues and holding out for the right dude!
The way he handled that was very sweet, and the way I handled it was most decidedly not. Congratulations on your non-frog!
There are people who don’t eat fries when they pull out of the drive thru???
This made me cry. So sweet!
That’s my favorite kind of love story. Interspecies.
Oh, wait, your husband turned out to be a real boy, not a toad. My bad. But that’s nice for you. Top notch.