As a young boy, I had a huge crush on Prince Charles. I would long to watch the television just to hear or even see him on it. He is a very handsome older gentleman, a prince, wealthily and smart. He just seems to be a bit of a dork. I would tell my mother how I would love to get invited to Buckingham Palace for a ball, social event or afternoon tea. Of course it was lost in the mail is what I kept telling myself. I kept dreaming that once I would arrive to the palace, I would be greeted by the Queen. Most welcoming like I was a long lost friend or better yet family.
Once inside the palace I would be shown to my quarter and told what was on the agenda for the evening. A polo match, afternoon tea, a welcoming ball in my honor. After changing into something more comfortable for the polo match. I travel with the queen, her sister and other members of the royal court. And than I see him.... Prince Charles on his white horse. Charming, polite, and
With his riding boot, polo uniform and his hair blowing in the wind. He waves to us up in the stand. Just watching him play and sweat, my heart started to race . At afternoon tea I was seated next to him. We talked, we laughed, shared smiles and touches. Oh such a life I would want.... Damn princes!
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