by Julianna Strelow

Created on: August 05, 2009

There are often times that people have a hard time distinguishing between a man who might be their Prince Charming, and a man who should have stayed a frog. At least, I know that was my personal experience. I'm inclined to believe that whenever someone becomes attracted to a person for whatever reason (be it mind, body, or spirit,) it becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish between the catch and the guy you should release.

When I was younger, I began seeing a man who I thought was perfect for me. Like most of the women I know, I did indeed have a list of the qualities that the "perfect man" should have; older, protective, wore his heart on his sleeve, and a bit of a rebel. Once I met him, I fell hard and fast. We spent every waking moment we could with one another, which was essentially when I wasn't at school or work.

The more that our relationship progressed, I began to introduce him to my friends and family members, who didn't share my enthusiasm for his character. I could understand that my friends were a bit leery as to who this man was that I had become entangled with, but I just felt that they didn't understand where I was coming from. Whenever he and I were alone, this guy treated me like a princess. The same, unfortunately, couldn't always be said when we went out in public.

My mother warned me adamantly that if he wasn't ashamed of treating me badly in public, it wouldn't be long before that behavior carried over into the alone time that we spent together. I listened to her, but didn't really take the advice to heart. Being the young and naive girl that I was, I didn't think that anyone could truly understand my viewpoint, and I continued on my merry way, becoming increasingly involved with this gentleman.

During my summer break, I had saved up enough money to go on a week-long vacation with one of my girlfriends to Washington D.C. My boyfriend wasn't necessarily fond of the idea that I was going to be away from him that long, mainly because he would be bored and lonely. I felt bad, naturally, but I had shelled out a ton of cash for this trip, and canceling was not an option. So to console his lonely heart, I left with him my video game system and all of my games, so that he would be entertained. I left for my week, and had a wonderful time.

By the time that I got back to my hometown, the first thing I did was rush over to my boyfriend's house, to see how he had been doing while I was away. He told me then, that he needed

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