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 beause it must be that they 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 provides a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. For the girls who sit next to their best friend as they cry their eyes out, and listen, give advice, and hug them while deep down they're the ones who need someone to talk to.
This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't ethier, 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 and hope that maybe...maybe this time he'll understand. This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and sneakers, 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, make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a single word...
This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite 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 never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and had been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments, and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. 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 hing after hint, only to watch him chase the first blonde girl in a skirt.
This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been give compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend. This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to hook up with someone than foster a relationship. This is for the girls who have been led on by words, kisses, and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head, heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her. He's just not looking to be tied down. This is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that; it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone to cavalier to have cared in the first place, this is for the nights spend dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech. For the night when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room, him leaving a little too cloase, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his precence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship. it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car, and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him the right way than perhaps he'd realized what it was, that he already had.
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, intelligent and amazing, loyal, and trustworthy of a great guy.This is for the dispair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that, that night the only compainonship you'd have was a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something. This is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more. For the girls who don't think they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys. This is what I don't understand. Guys sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who betray them, and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them. Who use them for hook ups and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. They complain that they never meet nice girls. Girls who are beautiful, genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent, sweet, and smart. Guys despair that no good girls want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet guys, I ask you this: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, 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 straightfoward 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 would fashion a boyfriend.
Would you, or would you not immediatley call your friends and 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, club, or party scence to once again search for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because there in lies the truth. Guys; we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument that you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human. So don't say you're on the lookout for the nice girls, guys you pass us up on every step you take.
Sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or that too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls,s ometimes you're lookign a nice girl in whore's clothing-we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing..."This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'l be wearing a tee-shirt and sweatpants, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hung-over best friend breakfast". See through the disguise. See Me. You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl...so don't say you're looking for a relationship. Relationships take time, energy, and love, three things we're just willing to extend- but in return, we're lookig for compassion, loyality, and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.
