I grew up acting out these catholic school girl fantasies. Sometimes, I'd spend hours in my room, imagining I was some damsel locked up in some tower, awaiting for my prince charming to come along and get me on his magnificent steed and ride off to the sunset. Being Daddy's little girl, I was fond of being treated like a princess and I deserve no less than a dashing nobleman. But then, Superman came into the scene.

I dunno if it was Christopher Reeves's dreamy smile and deep blue eyes or the idea of flying off to the clouds with some hunk who wears red boots and red underwear over blue tights that got me all goo goo eyed. But all I could remember is wanting to climb on the roof and jump off and see if Superman would swoop down and catch me on time. Hey, I was 9 back then. Do the math. But the only person who caught me was no superman. My mom had my yaya (nanny) to check on me in case I do something crazy again.

But as always, I was glad I grew out of that idiosyncratic fancy. Fast forward to highschool when (almost) every well rounded, teen aged catholic school girl (including me) dreamed of some James Dean incarnate. Yep, you got me... I was (and still am) a sucker for the proverbial bad boy. I often picture myself on the verge of reluctantly saying "I do" on the altar with some goody two shoes only to be saved on time by some guy in a leather jacket and a kick ass attitude who grabs me by the hand and takes me on his big bad harley and ride off to God knows where. Typical aye?

I guess the idea of having some big bad guy in all his macho glory who'd soften up like a little kitty and cuddle up with you got me overlooking the nice guys who came on to me. But then again, I guess I just wanted a little excitement. But I guess I got more than my fair share of excitement fast forward to my college days. I got my heart broken twice and yet I still come back for more. I guess I had this implied mission to straighten these bad boys out or maybe I am just a hopeless romantic. But if there was one thing that never changed since highschool? My constant search the "one".

Just when I was about to give it a rest, he came in his purple van. He was no knight in shining armor, I tell you. He wasn't even the type of guy I usually date. In fact, he was the exact opposite: He wasn't exactly THAT tall; He had a clean shaven head and he dressed up like one of the guys from "Boys on the Hood". (Funny how I likened our love story to "Boys on the Hood" meets "Clueless") Though he wasn't exactly bad looking (and boy... was he talented) I wasn't really drawn much to his appeal though he is incredibly sexy especially when he dances. But that didn't stop him from saving my life a couple of times, standing by me, protecting me like I was the President's daughter and eventually knocking me off my feet with his candidness, humor and his ability to make me love myself again. With him, I was (and still am) free to be myself.

So there it goes. My so called happy ending or happy beginning. Either way, I am happy to have him with me. Well, none of my childhood fantasies came to life and though he wasn't exactly James Dean material, he was my bad boy with a good heart. I love him for the man he really is. With a man like that, who needs fairy tales?