Prince Charming?

So there’s this boy and i’m this girl. and we’ve been dating for about 8 weeks now. half of those weeks have been spent in two different states on the phone everyday. the other half in my apartment on the couch or in my bed. we like each other. i think i’m happy.

BUT – ha ha, of course – he’s your typical buppie: Ivy-League B-School Wall Street-bound, wealthy background, weathy lofty goals, churchgoer, the people he plans to have in his life all fit neatly into the Dewey decimal system.

Now despite that I am just as well-read, getting an Ivy-League PhD, love NYC and all it has to offer, look fabulous 24/7 in the highest most painful of heels, and can hold my own in almost any circle I sneak my way into, to this kind of boy I am a communist (democrat) hippie (non-business or law) who wears maternity clothes (tunics w/ skinny jeans, sailor pants with tees), listens to crap (bjork, broken social scene, old school rap), and gets her groceries from earth-people stores (trader joes).

But the above is exactly why we mesh so well and something we both enjoy. though recently the inevitable occurred and the inevitable was said: I am not who he pictures to be his future-wife.

It wasn’t mean, it wasn’t hurtful. It was in the context of discussing where we stood with the other and the “future” and I’d expressed insecurities of his taking me seriously because of his tongue-in-cheek hippie comments; would this man show me off to his buppie friends? would he just have fun with me now, but later on say “hey, babe, you know this won’t work forever, we’re just having fun.”?

He layered the wife comment with the fact that (among other inspirations obviously) because we both turned out to be more than jump-offs to the other he’s been re-evaluating a lot of what his expectations and goals are. Maybe that’s leading me on, maybe he doesn’t want me to go, who knows? Like most men he doesn’t give too much thought to the future but know what they do or don’t want. And right now, he wants me.

What all of the above’s got me thinking about has nothing to do with him or us at all. Do I sound completely idiotic and naive when I say I haven’t given much thought to who it is I picture marrying? Honestly if I ever picture myself in domestic bliss, all I can see is me rambling and some quiet guy in the background reading the paper and nodding along at the proper cues.

So maybe it’s the nicotine or alcohol withdrawal but I’m in a deep state of wonder. Are we supposed to have some cookie-cutter image all set up for who we should be with before we set foot on fertile dating ground? Or do we follow the cues and carve away at the molds given to us from each experience?