I’m in love! I’m in loooooovvvvve!I’m in love with a guy who I think is completely and totally perfect—he’s got brains, he’s funny, and best of all . . . he actually likes me. He’s one of those guys who, if he were famous, everyone would constantly talk about how hot he is and flip through copies of Teen People looking for a really good pic of him, but if he happened to be the guy sitting next to you in Chemistry every day, you’d describe him as being decently good-looking (if you took the time to actually think about him) but not drool-worthy.But the thing is, he is kind of famous. At least in a small, German-speaking part of Europe.That’s because I’m in love with a prince. And I don’t mean that I’m in love with a prince from seeing him in a magazine and thinking he’s hot. Oh, no.Like, I’m actually going out with one.I kid you not. With a prince. And it’s not like I love him because he’s a prince. I love him and he happens to be a prince.And sometimes, I love him even though he’s a prince, because there can be some serious downsides to dating a guy who actually has a “lineage”
