How I met my Prince Charming

I call Jorge Mi Principe Azule (please forgive any misspelling here as I am still struggling learning Spanish).  According to Jorge it means My Prince Charming in Spanish.  But, I sure didn't think of him that way when we were 1st introduced.  When my older sister told me she gave my name and address to her friend's brother in prison to pass on to his friend, I went bullistic.  I thought my sister was crazy.  I understood why she wrote her good friend's brother.  She had sent the brother a bible and when he wrote to thank her she wrote him back to encourage him.    What was she thinking giving my name to some strange guy in prison?  It wasn't the same thing as a friend's brother.  My sister's reasoning was I was always so good keeping in touch with all my friends, I wouldn't mind writing to some poor guy in prison.  I was so mad at her for imposing on me in this way.  Yet, when the letter came, curiosity got the better of me and I read it.  1st thing I noticed was his letter was well written and the little smiles he drew with big grins were cute.  He wrote jaja for haha a lot, which I think he may have been nervous, but I just thought he thought he was funny.   He wrote he was from Cali Colombia, and having seen every episode of Miami Vice I knew what that meant-cocaine-drug lord-gorgeous house in Miami-ruthless drug lord.  I kind of wanted to write back, but then I didn't.  I dramatized writing back or rather not writing back to ridiculous proportions.  I imagined a Pablo Escabar type guy sending thugs to run me off the road for not writing back.  It took a little while, but I decided what the heck?  I wrote back.  That's how it all began, 1 letter from a shy lonely Colombian to an overly dramatic Gringa from America.  Neither of us had any idea what it would mean to us, neither knowing what God had planned.