In the Disney fairy tale, Prince Charming is a white man in shining armor and the wide-eyed princess looks beautiful in her pink prom dress. I once had a lover who declared, when he looked up from fixing his car, “I need you. I want to be your prince in shining armor but my armor is tarnished.” I was, of course immediately enchanted and stuck with him off and on for another thirty fraught years. There’s the problem with fairy tales. They are beautiful. They usually supersede the complexities of reality.