I'm afraid I've become too cynical and bitter for successful dating. What I hope for in a girlfriend/wife/soulmate is someone who can wake me up to greater happiness. Perhaps that's investing too much hope in the wrong place, an act that can only dissapoint. It's a rather immasculating feeling to have. I'm supposed to be the knight in shining armor saving the damsel. I'm not the one who should need rescuing. There's nothing new under the sun though. If there were no princess no one would've heard of prince Charming. Crap. I don't want to be a prince charming. Horrible name. yuck. Well, I hope you're entertained by this little outburst of frustration at singlehood. As usual this isn't the whole picture, just a glimpse at the frayed edge.