When I was ten years old, I fell in love with Prince William. He was on the cover of People™ magazine, all blonde hair and blue eyes, and my little pre-pubescent heart skipped a beat. After all, he was a prince, and he was dreamy. Also: PRINCE.
I think that I partially have my mom to blame for my love of all things royal- she was engaged the year of Charles and Diana’s wedding, had me right before Baby Wills turned one, and apparently she and I watched the wedding of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson together when I was a wee little Brooke.
I loved following the royals’ exploits through high school, enjoying the occasional mentions they got on evening smut TV and supermarket weeklies. Then, I went away to college and Wills slipped off my radar for a while…
… and when I emerged with my diploma in hand, I found that he was shacking up with some broad named Kate Middleton. She was apparently “a friend” that he’d met “at University” and they’d been “quietly dating since.”
The worst part? I couldn’t even hate her for stealing my hypothetical royal mate. Because she was sporty*, classy**, and drop-dead gorgeous. Although dating one of the world’s most eligible bachelors, she stayed mostly out of the spotlight, and was extremely private. Even after their brief breakup, she didn’t come forward with hateful relationship secrets for the press, but simply went about her business.
So yes, I have to come forward and admit that I am quite smitten with the soon-to-be princess.
Surpringly to me, this is a topic that has polarized people. Some (like me) are excited for the royal wedding and can’t wait to see how the new generation of royals is going to pull off the pomp and circumstance in their own style. Others are SICK TO DEATH of it, and can’t wait for the whole thing to be over and done with. My friend CJHannas mentions that he’s tired of all the hoopla and can’t seem to get on he bandwagon, despite the hoopla. Some of my work colleagues have mentioned being ambivalent, especially because “Willam is just UGLY.”
It could be that my own wedding is almost five months away has contributed to my “squee-factor” about the whole thing. While I’m quietly carrying out my wedding preparations in a small town across the pond, Kate and Wills are doing their planning in front of the whole world. Every detail has been discussed and speculated upon, including possible honeymoon locales and cake flavors. I understand where it could be a bit much for the apathetic, but they certainly can escape the coverage if they so choose. (Granted, that means avoiding a number of tv channels ALL week this week) It could be that I have a slight girl-crush on Ms Middleton, that led to a recent two-week saga trying to procure an appropriate “Kate-worthy” handbag…
It could also be that I may have my own handsome groom-to-be that just happens to be a bit of a ringer for William. Who would have thought?!
Either way, I personally will be tuning in at 6am this Friday morning to get every juicy detail. Along with Wesley, who will be recovering from getting “fixed,” poor thing. I’m sure that Army Boy wishes that he could be there to discuss every aspect of the wedding with me, but alas, he has to work and didn’t have the foresight to take off for this momentous occasion. Whatever. More Earl Grey for puppers and I.
*- not me
**- no f-ing way
(images courtesy of People.com)