Our favorite English ginger, Prince Harry, (sorry Ron Weasley) recently stated that he’s having trouble finding his soul mate, the love of his life, the woman he wants to have monogamous sex with ’til the end of time. Royals, they’re just like us!
And it’s not even that he’s being picky, it’s that he’s not sure who will ever want to spend their life in the royal spotlight.
In a recent CBS interview he said:
“The job that [being a royal] entails — I mean, look at me. I’m 27 years old.And not so much searching for someone to fulfill the role, but obviously, you know, finding someone that would be willing to take it on.”
As Meredith Grey once said back when Grey’s Anatomy was a quality TV show and not an episode of Xtremely Unlikely Hospital Disasterz, “pick me, choose me, love me.”
I’ll share that spotlight with you Harry. I’ll even chat with Andy Cohen over at Bravo and get us a little reality show. How does Real Housewives of Buckingham Palace sound? It will just be your grandmother Queen Elizabeth, Kate Middelton and myself flipping tables and pullling weaves and making each other cry.
Or perhaps you’re more into the Vh1 style of reality shows? We can open up a celebrity rehab center? Take the spotlight off of us and ship in some former celebrities like Dave Coulier and Sisqo. That would be nice. Dinner with Joey and a woodchuck puppet on Sundays.
Or maybe, you just want it to be the two of us. Living next door to Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts in Notting Hill? That would be quaint, right? You could go to the palace for work everyday and I would have fish and chips waiting every night at home (yes, fish and chips, everything I know about England I learned in the 2nd grade).
Regardless, I’m for up anything. I’m ready to take it on. And become BFFs with Pippa Middleton and exclude Kate unless she agrees to let me sell her pregnancy story to the tabloids before she tells anyone else.
So yeah, just email me or send the palace guards to pick me up when you read this.