That last comment wasn't meant to be peremptory lol - just that one of the primary requirements of a prince is to "have a good seat" (be an accomplished equestrian)
Maybe we could substitute a motocross biker - dressed head to toe in leather, perhaps with a broken collar bone or two in his past - and the only motocross rider in the northeast to have a Heidelberg sabre scar (look it up)
OK - only one former collar bone fracture in his past - a couple of ankle sprains and a bump on the head - has regular olive drab battle fatigues - issued before camouflage fatigues became a sort of global military fetish - back when we just looked for olive drab things to be close to (breaks down laughing) Actually, my neighbour, with whom I chatted n the way home from town, just broke his ankle cranking a Spanish OSSA motocross bike at the weekend and mashed the end off his finger in some other rcent bike-related accident - but he's very tough. Bring him a box of rusty bits and a month later he'll hand you a gleaming classic motocross bike - he also exports motorcyle parts all over the world and is a pig farmer. His wife raises chickens and turkeys and grows corn, leeks, tomatoes - and comes from a tiny village called Wooton Courtney, in Somerset England where the parish register has birth and death records since the early 1500s sorry, I digress - you are my muse, Kerri. I feel the old poetry returning
Yep sounds good to me. Sounds like you got it right you treat her like a woman, a tiger and ur sub. And Im not a gal that needs to marry mr all round awesome. Just to have social acception and take his name. What sorta bull twang is that??
I just prefer to be treated as one person like as a whole rather than three different roles. Treat her like a queen but a whore in bed I mean it's just all very clumsy. That's where a soul mate comes into play, somebody that's meant for you so they can just treat you like.. normal, treat you like you because they get you and you two click. If you're not feeling that way then sour relationships me think, too many compromises in that deal.
I've almost killed the thread by cross-talking with you. They have their eyes squinted shut and their fists balled and are silently screaming GET A ROOM - even though we are terminally platonic. What's wrong with these people ??? ?
If a prince came riding in on a white mare (or a black stallion), he might play piano like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LQzx6-uUbA (I have a better version, but not live)