I’m still trying to remember the time when I finally realized that my Disney princess ideas of relationships and marriage were never true. It was probably during middle school when I fell in love with my first boyfriend for one whole week or probably somewhere between the two page love letter that I wrote him right before he moved away without saying a word. I learned some really hard lessons back then. One being, never kiss a guy after P.E. Now, I know the phrase physical education may seem to have some sexual innuendo, but it mostly meant a hot mess. I mean, there I was with my best Cinderella before 11:59 p.m. impression. And although we had to wear that tacky blue gym outfit every other day, today, I was fairy-godmother-ready with my high ponytail, my sparkling white Nikes, and my lip gloss-game so right that even Lil Mama would be jealous. My prince, on the other hand, or maybe I should say my frog, was trying to prove that he would be the next …