Perhaps you don't think that the girl with the mane golden hair and the curvy dancers build laying in the park reading fairy tales dressed in grandma chic and moon beams could ever be the girl that would follow you wherever you chose to lead, across continents and into a beautiful box. Maybe you think you are to different. But perhaps you have exactly what she needs to blossom. You are firm and exacting, kind and sweet. a rectitude of order. I am a student /esoteric dancer/ mythological creature,. Still waiting for my prince.