Ramble: Girls. Darcy. And Grace.

Just kind of journaling a bit here:
I really have very few opinions. Hopefully I have strong convictions, but if it's just a matter of preference or a matter of interpretation, I am easily swayed. I'm still not sure if this is a good thing.

In the spirit of my last post, I've been thinking about my preferences (or lack thereof) in a suitor. Despite being a girl, I'm not super picky. I don't dream about what Prince Charming is going to look like or how he'll propose or if he'll have a British accent. Until a year ago, I had never even considered what color bridesmaids dresses I would like. I still have no clue, nor will I get my heart set on anything until I'm actually planning a wedding. I have no idea why girls idolize Mr. Darcy so. And the Jonas Brothers never made me faint. And I don't have a wedding pinboard on Pinterest. And I couldn't care less if My Future Dude has boatloads of money with which to support my desire for a private island.

I don't post lists of qualifications as my facebook status like other girls, even if it's just jest. I don't take pleasure in that... plus I feel it's just making those guys who are around us feel as if no girl could ever want them because their not blonde or tan or wear Oxfords. Mr. Darcy isn't real, nor should we desire him to be. He always frowned, anyway.

I try not to dwell on unrealistic hopes of traits, looks, etc a suitor would have.  I know I wouldn't want a guy holding out for a perfect princess, so why would I hold out for a perfect prince? Not to say that I don't have standards, but rather, I realize guys are humans too. (Novel, thought, no?) They're just as fallen as me. I shouldn't hold them to a higher standard than I hold myself.

I am still a girl, though, and I have preferences. Once a friend and I mathematically figured out the perfect height of husband for each of us. (yes, her husband "should" be 5" taller than mine. :P). I know I have to have a green flower bouquet. I know he has to make me laugh. And inspire me. And be real. And have a truck. And maybe sideburns. And be blonde. And strong. And will let my kids have cell phones. 

But ultimately, none of that matters. Grace matters. Happiness will prevail. Love is sure. And I'm tired. Posting this even though it really makes no sense. :P