Long time ago, I placed an ad stating that I was tired of kissing toads and I was looking for my prince. God blessed me with Kevin who showed me that men could truly treat their women like princesses/queens. Unfortunately, he died almost 4 years ago. Now, I am wondering if I can find another prince some day....
In the meantime, I am greeted each evening by a frog that lives under the sidewalk leading up to my apartment building. Each time, I see him I start to wonder.... could that be a sign??? lol.....
It certainly gives me a good chuckle as I remember a story I read, Hex and the City: Enchanted, Inc., by Shanna Swendson, that entailed about kissing frogs. I would like to share a few excerpts from there to demonstrate why this story comes immediately to my mind when reading this story....
"Men are okay," I said. "I like them well enough." I hated to dampen a good bitch session, but I'd never had a guy really screw me over. They had to be interested enough in me to give me any hope in order to cause much damage, and I hadn't had many get that close. Gemma was right, I needed a boyfriend.
"You're single, though, aren't you?" Trix asked.
"Yeah. But my roommate's working to fix that. She's set me up with half of Manhattan."
"And nothing right for you yet?" Isabel asked.
"Not yet. But if you kiss enough frogs, you're bound to stumble upon a prince."
Trix slammed her palm against the tabletop. "Brillant idea, Katie. Isabel, I propose a change of agenda. Let's find ourselves some princes. "Where? The pond in Central Park?" "That's where I have the best luck."
I had to interrupt. "Whoa, you mean there really are men who've been turned into frogs?"
Isabel shrugged. "Sure. But what they don't tell you in the storybooks is that only the real assholes get punished that way, and being a frog doesn't have quite the personality reforming effect you'd expect." "But they do tend to be very, very grateful about being rescued, and that's good for at least one night of fun." Ari argued.
"I was being figurative about kissing frogs, in case you were wondering," I said, wondering if this conversation was really taking place or if I was drunker than I realized. "In my world, that just means you go out with a lot of people, even if they don't seem to meet your criteria on the surface, because you never know which one might be right for you."
"That's boring. Wise, but boring. Our way's more fun," Trix said. "And I bet our chances of finding someone are better than they are in here," Ari added.
We paid our tab, then stumbled out of the bar. I'd lost track of time while we were there, and now it was dark. I wasn't sure wandering around Central Park at night in the condition we were in was a great idea. ..., but I was only just sober enough to let myself get swept along with the group.
Isabel haild a cab -- she had a rather effective method that involved blocking the street with her body. If a cab wanted to avoid serious damage, it stopped. We piled inside. Isabel in the front passenger seat and the rest of us in back. This wasn't quite what I'd had in mind when I agreed to an evening out with the girls, and the cab ride up to Central Park was long enough for me to sober up enough to be self-consious about doing something so crazy. As often as I'd used the expression about kissing frogs, I'd never had any desire to carry it out literally.
We all fumbled for purses as the cab came to a stop near the Plaza Hotel, but Isabel said, "Don't worry, I've got it." Then we piled out, crossed Fifty-ninth Street, and followed the path down to the pond.
"You're really going to kiss frogs?" I asked as we made our way down in the edge of the water. "This time of year, you may not see many. It's getting too chilly for amphibians." "That actually makes our chances better, " Trix said. "It's the enchanted frogs that'll still be around. They don't want to give up on the hope that someone will break the spell until they can't tolerate the cold anymore."
"How many of these are there? We don't have a lot of princes in this part fo the world, you know."
"Prince is a figure of speech," Isablel said. "It can apply to anyone in a position of power or wealth who needs to be taken down a peg. Oh, look, here's one!" She lunged at a little tree frog sitting on a rock. It took her a couple of tries to grab it, then she held it trapped in her hands and brought it up to her face. I wanted to look away as she puckered up and kissed it, but morbid fascination made me stare. Nothing happend. She sighed and released the frog, which hopped away with an affronted-sounding "ribbit."
I heard sirens on the street above. "We're gonna get arrested for molesting frogs," I moaned. I could imagine explaining that to my folks. "Don't worry so much," Ari scolded as she lunged for a frog. Her fairy grace and speed gave her an advantage, so she caught it on the first try. .... Then she addressed her fron, "Now, handsome, make my dreams come true." She kissed it, and then I almost fell over in my hurr to step backward.
The frog glowed. The glowing aura around it grew bigger and bigger, until Ari released the frog. Instead of falling to the ground, it hung at eye level. Soon, the aura spread into the rough outline of a human form. When the glow faded, what remained was a handsome young man in an old-fashioned suit. ...
"Wow," I said. "So, it's real?" Ari shot me a glare, "You doubted us?" "Not really, but you have to admit it, it is weird ... ."
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"No, it's Katies turn. An old-fashioned guy would be just right for her."
I had no intention of actually kissing a frog, but I didn't want them to think I was a stick-in-the-mud. It could just take me all night to catch a frog, if I worked hard enough at it. Thy didn't have to know that I was a country girl who knew all about catching frogs, bugs, and other critters. With my brothers, I either had to learn to get used to them or spend my life screaming. "I want to look for a good one," I said as I headd toward a stand of bushes on the other end of the pond. I could hide in there, pretending to look for frogs, until they sobered up or got bored. I parted the bushes, stuck my head inside, and then shreiked in what I saw.
LOL...
Of course, you are going to have to pick up the book yourself and find out what happend, as well as the adventures this Texas gal had in Manhattan!! I lent my original book to my daughter when she travelled to NYC to meet up with my brother last summer to see what NYC was all about; I never got the book back. I had to order the book again from Amazon.com so that I could share this story with you all, but hopefully, I will be able to lend this book out to some friends of mine who are planning to travel to NYC later this year -- and, get the book back!
At any rate....
If you are single & a man -- do you think that you will find that perfect someone to give you that kiss and rescue you?
If you are single & a woman -- how many frogs does it take to kiss to find that prince?
If you are a couple -- do you find that you have met your prince/princess??
Just curious....
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