Every girl wants a Prince Charming, and while he may be nice and all, I’m thinking that I’d rather have the guy that’s gonna call at four in the morning just to say hi. Or someone who will stop by my house after just hanging up the phone because he wants to see how I’m really doing, because I said I was fine, but we both know I’m lying. Or the guy who’ll stay home on a Saturday night with me because I’m sick. That guy, that one guy, he may not be Prince Charming to anyone else, but he’d be my hero. My “knight in shining armor.” Anyone who’d rather stay home on a Saturday night and hold my hair while I puke, that’s a hero.