KISSING A LOT OF FROGS

I was utterly heartbroken to learn that Prince William’s and Kate Middleton’s romance had ended after four years and that millions of people throughout the world are disappointed because another extravagant royal wedding like that of Prince Charles and Princess Diana will not be happening soon. I was taken by the related quotation of a Londoner that “…before you meet the right person you have to kiss a lot of frogs.” So the world will have to wait while British princes are kissing other frogs in the hope they will find “the right person.”

I don’t subscribe to this piece of current froggy pop wisdom. Nancy and were married in our very early twenties and are now in our 58th year of bliss, discord, and growing up together. Growing up together means many conversations–some heated, few of which took place locked in each other’s arms in post passion embraces. We’ve learned loads from each other that way since we have both kept and still keep a steady pace of personal development. As some say, marriage is the ultimate conversation; we buy that in several ways.

We both had prenuptial dates, but none would qualify as today’s version of “frog-kissing.” My experience with frogs has been to listen to them croak, dissect one in Biology 101, eat frog legs, and do a show-and-tell about tadpoles for our granddaughters. Only the first and last yielded any significant satisfaction. Three of our granddaughters are fascinated with frogs; the fourth is too young yet. I do hope they won’t kiss any, unlikely though in today’s free-style “culture.”

Yes, I know I'm not "with it" currently, but I've always liked being a snarky odd-ball diversifier.