My mother believed this would be my fairytale happy ending, so I’m afraid I took a dastardly pleasure in telling her every time a Prince of a Nigerian republic contacted me, telling me about the millions of pounds available which he would share with me if only I would… well, I don’t need to tell you that tired old story, do I?
After a while, she asked me to stop – and even I had to admit my practice had gotten tired, so I was entirely happy to acquiesce. Thereafter my love life trundled along, pretty much in the normal way – some bad guys, some nice enough guys, some commitment-phobes, some far too keen and desperate to settle down. But – yeah – absolutely no princes.
Keen to become a grandmother, the pressure was being put on, especially as my 30th birthday approached. My mother was non too subtle, and had even resorted to talking about ticking clocks and diminishing fertility – as if that was going to make me more inclined to partner up and pop out a sprog.
The day of my 30th birthday came and went, and my mother stopped nagging. I was so relieved, I wasn’t even suspicious. Not until my father suggested we take the dog for a walk together. Now that was suspicious, so I put on my coat and scarf with no small amount of trepidation. All manner of scenarios rushed through my mind before we even got to the end of the road.
We’d only just made it to the park gates, when I couldn’t hold on any longer, and begged my father to just tell me – whatever the bad news was, I could take it.
“Oh love” he said with a sad smile, “it’s nothing like that”.
Long story short, the last guy who’d made it to boyfriend status for long enough to have to endure the ‘meet the parents’ experience had been one of the desperate to partner up types. It had not lasted long beyond that weekend, and we’d gone our separate ways soon after.
Except… turns out he met another girl who was keen to partner up and have babies, and guess where she came from? Yeah, my home town. Not only that, but her parents had bought them a house as a wedding present, and enjoyed telling everyone of their acquaintance about it. But most especially, how he’d had to pass on me because I was a career girl who was determined not to have children.
It had been unkind of them to say that to my mother, especially knowing how much she wanted grandchildren, and so he’d taken her home with the excuse of a migraine.
To sad I was furious was an understatement. No, I’d not found the one I wanted to settle down with, and while I wasn’t feeling any sort of clock ticking, I did want to have a family of my own. I left my father with the dog in the park and rushed home to hug my mother – and to re-assure her. I promised her I would take the finding of someone to settle down with more seriously.
This time round, it was my mother telling me about the Nigerian princes in her in box, and I would tell her about my many first dates. The online dating world is known to be a bit of a sewer, but I’d made a promise and I intended to keep it.
Then one day, after having one glass of wine too many, I re-wrote my profile headline “looking for my Prince”. When I woke up in the morning with a hangover, I was surprised and a tiny bit worried to find a reply.
His name’s Daniel Prince, and we’ve laughed a lot about my drunken profile and how grateful I was for his funny reply. I was happy to delete my profile soon after, and my mother is delighted she can tell everyone that grandchild number 1 is on the way.
And I’m afraid she took especial pleasure in making it clear to my ex-boyfriend’s parents-in-law that the true story is I was waiting for the right man to come along… and when he did, he turned out to be a prince among men.
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