Every movie, book, drama, and show has or refers to him(or her). The perfectly handsome/beautiful, charming/sexy, intelligent, strong, self-sufficient, suave, and unreal ideal human. Well I don’t wonder how I’ve nurtured an image of this ideal man in my mind. Since a wee lil’ un’ have I fed off of photo-shopped and dramatic, literary images of my prince. I wonder how long I can continue with this perverted view of men. Probably as long as a man might continue to have a fairy-tale perfect puppet princess in mind for a wife.