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stole from megan enjoy...
This is my tribute to the nice girls
To the nice girls who are overlooked,
who become friends and nothing more,
who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.
This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date,
who don't want to play mind games,
who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.
This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect
and that the guys they're interested in aren't either,
for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest
glance,
whisper,
touch,
because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe...
maybe this time he will have understood.
This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often,
who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots,
who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
This is for those girls who have been in the trenches,
who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.
This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the right words of advice,
from "There are plenty of fish in the sea,"
to "Time heals all wounds."
This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are,
who know that they deserve better,
who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages,
who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile,
who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.
This is for the night you realized that it would never happen,
and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended;
this is for never realizing that when you choose friends,
you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.
This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends,
for the nights they've reassured you that you are
beautiful and
intelligent and
amazing and
loyal and
truly worthy of a great guy;
this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears,
knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.
Men despair that no good women want to share in their lives,
that girls play mind games,
that girls love to keep them hanging.
Yet, men, I ask you:
were you to meet one of these genuinely interested,
thrillingly compelling,
interesting and
intelligent and
sweet and
beautiful and
smart girls,
were you to give her your number and wait for her to call...
and if you were to receive a call from her the next day
and she, in her truthful,
loyal,
intelligent and
straightforward nice girl fashion,
were to tell you that she finds you
intriguing and
attractive and
interesting and
worth her time and
perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend,
would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior,
who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth?
And would you,
or would you not,
refuse to make plans with her,
speak with her,
see her again,
and once again return to the bar
or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl"
who you just cannot seem to find?
Maybe nice guys finish last,
but in the race they're running they're chasing after the
whores
and the
sluts
and the
easy targets...
the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug
(and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter),
hoping against hope
that maybe you'll realize that they are the ones that you want at the end of that silly race
this weekend was soo much fun!
went to the lake with happening kids and it was a blast! i got burned but not to bad. i'll post pictures laterrrr
then we had a sawyerville staff meeting! i'm so excited about that.. I can't wait for it to be here in two weeks!
then emily stayed the night with me and we hung out with people at race's neighbors pool haha and his house. it was an awesome weekend! i hope y'all had a good one too!
i missed the homecoming choir tour concert too.. i'm mad.
loveyall - emma