Dream Guy < Reality Guy

Any time Charlie de Beaufort walked into the room Queen Sarah would lose her cool, palms sweaty, heart racing, stomach fluttering. How could she not react to such a wonderful example of masculine perfection? She'd be blind, deaf, and dumb if she wasn't madly attracted to him.

My inspiration for Charlie is an equally gorgeous man by the name of Henry Cavill. I'd character-casted him when he was in Tristan + Isolde. You know, before everyone and their third cousin was using him as their character's face-claim. Charlie had just been  the estranged son of Jean-Claude until The Tudors came into my life. How can you deny Charles Brandon a premiere spot in your fantasy world? You just can't. Charlie became a mainstay in Queen Sarah's world and was very soon after stealing every scene he walked into, something his father never did no matter how hard I tried to make it happen. He became Queen Sarah's primary guard and moved into the guest house, making him an even more prominent character. See, Queen Sarah was supposed to be with Emmett. Forever and ever. Not even the uber sexy Abassy King could compete with the British Adonis that is Charlie de Beaufort.

I, like my namesake, was completely infatuated with Charlie. Everything about him was what I wanted in a man. He couldn't have been more perfect. When I joined the ranks of the dating world, I realized that those qualities were very rare together. I was soon convinced that I'd never find my Charles Brandon. I dated a mechanic who thought he was a redneck and didn't want to be anything serious, only inviting me over to drink or be scantily clad. That on-and-off bootycall lasted for a year before I went off on him on Christmas. I had gotten a bit intoxicated waiting for him to show up at a family he'd agreed to show up to. He decided that he was too tired to come and I decided I was done with being a doormat. He asked me to be his girlfriend the next night and I broke up with him a few days into the new year after he said it was too much for him and he didn't know if he could handle it. Not understanding my worth yet, I answered his call once more, but after the dirty, used feeling set in, I put a final end to it.

While still messing with the mechanic, I was on a little site called okCupid. I was still convinced that my mechanic was going to come to his senses and fall in love with me, ask me to move in, propose, and we'd live happily ever after so I never got too serious about the conversations that got started. It was immature and rude at times the way I acted. Until one guy I started talking to wouldn't let me get out it. His profile picture was him wearing a beanie with a kitten over his shoulder. He was definitely not hideous and he liked cats. Good and good. He was a nerd, gamer, and a Monty Python fan. As wonderful as that sounded, I still couldn't commit to meeting him. I just couldn't. He just wouldn't let that stand and finally got me to agree to go get coffee with him. We agreed on the Dunkin Donuts right down the street from my house. As the date got closer, the more anxious I got and the more excuses I came up with.

I steeled myself, got my butter pecan iced coffee, and sat down. He was late. Five minutes after our decided date time, my sister was telling me to go home. "You don't know anything about this guy," she texted me. About ten minutes later, I was happy I hadn't left though. A guy walked in wearing jeans, a polo and a beaten up faded green baseball cap. He asked me if it was alright if he got something before getting into the line. That was one of the best days of my life, meeting my nerdy, uber sexy engineer boyfriend.

Dingo (as he's know on The Llama's Moustache YouTube channel) is everything I ever wanted and so much more. And to top it off.... he's a 5'5" American Charles Brandon. He makes up for his lack of an accent and height with every word and action he does. I can tell you right now that reality kicks fantasy's ass.