Fairy Tales

There was once was a Princess named Tay who was the fairest maiden in all of the land. She wanted to find a knight who was kind and gentle and who would love her with everything he had. Princess Tay began her search but all she could find was dumbasses and trolls, each one as bad as the one before. She heard of this knight named Sir Dan who lived in a kingdom far away. She heard nothing but good things about him so she invited Sir Dan to her kingdom so they could finally meet after a few years of corresponding. Princess Tay and Sir Dan finally met and it was love at first sight. Sir Dan had an issue of sometimes having his head up his ass and he was not sure how Princess Tay felt about him. He decided to set off on a search on his own for a fair maiden but all he could find was Swamp Sows, skanks, and fluseys. Sir Dan finally decided that he needed to be with Princess Tay so they could set off on the greatest adventures and rule over their kingdom with compassion and a kind hand helping as many as they could along their journey and adventures. They lived happily ever after.

The Table

When I was growing up, our kitchen table was the focal point of our house. It was used for family meals, family discussions, where a lot of family arguments started and ended, and it was even used to complete our homework from school. My fiancé and I found a table of our own when I was visiting her in Virginia and as far as tables go, it was not much to look at but it came represent so much to us. It was old picnic table, it used to be red but most of the paint had peeled off, the back bench was broken in half, and the table showed signs of decay all over the place.


My fiancé and I had the most amazing, random discussions at this table. These discussions ranged anywhere from the Bible to Maxi Pads (please don't ask why I was actually discussing Maxi Pads). Our conversations could be funny, irreverent, meaningful, and intellectual, but they were always good. We also used this table as a confessional. We had decided long before this that the past needed to stay in the past but there were things we felt like we needed to bring up. Before we left this last time, I told my fiancé that this table had come to represent so much to us that we should get a picture of it. My fiancé, having an extremely artistic mind, came up with this:

I wouldn't say we fell in love at this table but this broken down relic of picnics past came to symbolize us and our relationship. We had been through a lot but much like the table, we had made it through it.

The Right Time and the Right Place

I may have to change the name of The Date Manifesto because this author of this blog is now engaged. My fiancé and I have known each other for a little over seven years and built a strong friendship during that time. We just never seemed to be single at the same time. I had always told her we weren't at "the right time and the right place." I went to visit her in Virginia about five weeks ago and we talked it over and it was finally the right time and the right place. We may never have the perfect relationship but we are perfect for each other. I have enough quirks that if I had money I would be considered eccentric. She has embraced all of my quirks. We are both throwing out random thoughts all of the time and it is funny as hell. We have visited cemeteries, historical sites, historical towns, bookstores, but we are also perfectly content just hanging out. We are always looking for our next adventure. We are working on several writing projects, some together and some separately, and she is an artist, and a talented photographer. We have finally found the right time and the right place.