FUCK I WENT FREAKING INSANEEEEE WITH THE QUOTES….SRY I GOT CARRIED
AWAY…..ITS OBSCENE…ILL TRY TO CUT BACK NEXT TIME…MOST OF THEM
DONT MAKE SENSE I WAS JUST BORED SO I STARTED COPYING AND
PASTING…ITS NOT HEALTHY…I GOT THEM FROM SOME RANDOM SITE…ANYWAY:::
the magic of our first love is our ignorance that it will never end.
» i can’t remember life before his name…
i will ALWAYS love the FALSE iMAGE i had of you
but it’s personality
which holds you
¨`·´¨:* i wanna grab you
`·.·´:¨`.´¨: by the arms
-:|:- `·.·´ and kiss you so hard
you`re the single-most important being to ever grace my existence.
you’ve done it, you’ve made me
start to fall in love with you.
i’m sitting here crying because
i’m so scared. but at the same time
i’m so happy i’m falling in love with you.
you’re the person i’ve waited for all this time,
the person i’ve looked for all my life
and when i least expected it you walked into my life.
you listen when i talk, are there when i cry
and you made me finally smile. i’m crying for
the last time i hope, and i trust that you won’t hurt me.
it’s so hard for me to trust guys, but you’re
worth it to me. so, here’s my heart, see all the
little cracks? they’re pretty small and healed
nicely, but you, i know, that you’re the one that
could make it completely shatter. promise me you
won’t, please, promise me you’ll love me forever
and that you won’t break my heart. even if you
can’t promise me that, i’ll give you my heart anyway.
cause i know that if i don’t i’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
you’re the only person who is necessary in my life.
i wanna be that girl he’s s c a r e d
the one where he [ can’t ] walk away fromm
knowing shes mad at
– – – – – -» wouldn’t know what to do without
my love is like an ENDLESS R0AD
no matter how far from me you are
MY L0VE can come to you.
i`ve . found . the . heart . that . beats . with . mine
love can tear and rip you apart…
but if you’re very lucky, it’ll put you back together.
if he only knew how much i wanted him <333
i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream.
i took a risk …
i took a chance …
&&something in my heart tells me i never would of known love if i never met you.
my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me ❤
so won’t you kill me, so i die happy.
my heart is yours to fill or burst
or break or bury
or wear as jewelery,
* whichever you prefer
— dashboard confessional
we often ignore those that want us
and crave for those who don’t
I just don’t want anyone
else to get the chance to
realize how wonderful you are.
S0 KISS ME BEF0RE IT ALL GETS C0MPLICATED.
She paints on her cute synthetic personality
Wasting all the hours on the things she’ll never be
Learn from your past, move on, grow stronger.
People are fake, but let your trust last longer.
Do what you got to do, but always stay true,
and never let anyone get the best of you.
lets drive into the sunset, sing love songs. we’ll make
unkeepable promises & swear we’ll never love anyone else
You say hello, Inside I’m screaming “I love you”
you say goodnight, in my mind
I’m sleeping next to you
you drive away from my car crash of a heart
and I don’t know anymore
Broken hearted I push you away
I wish I had the guts to ask you to stay.
What are you holding out for?
What’s always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?
If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split
i love the way his voice sounds… its like the secret password to my heart
& letter by letter, he types the sadness into her heart
We came together, but you left alone.
& I know how it feels to walk out on your own
love is like dominoes..
one wrong move and
everything you’ve worked for..
All my life I thought I needed the perfect setting, the perfect opportunity, & the perfect way to tell someone I love them, but suddenly I realized I dont need any of that because I know it will be perfect as long as I’m saying it to you
scars are like tattoos but with better stories
i used to believe in us when times got tough
lately i’m afraid that even love isn’t enough
she has eyliner running from the tears she cried and she looks in the mirror and whispers “he will never love me”
before i got to bed i turn on my radio
and listen to a song that reminds me of you*
i feel like i lost everything when you’re gone
left remembering what it’s like
to have you here with me
i thought you should know, you’re not making this easy.
everybody swears we make the perfect pair
just an old love song, just a mention of your name & my heart breaks in two, i guess some things never change
I cant always be waiting, waiting on you
I cant always be playing, playing your fool
am i not pretty enough? is my heart too broken?
do i cry too much? am i too outspoken?
don’t i make you laugh? should i try it hardeR?
why do you see right through me?
For once instead of telling me reasons why i shouldnt cry &just actually pay attention to the reasons i am…
I’m afraid that i’m not enough for you and I never will be and if I do this, you’ll realize that you’ve grown way beyond me and I’m just gonna lose you again.
Hearts have been broken
tears have been cried
promises have been spoken..
only to be broken..
Don’t fall for the guy
with the gorgeous eyes
until you have learned
What lies behind them.
If the walls in the room could talk
I wonder to myself would they lie…
He doesn’t realize I’m even there..
I don’t think he ever knew how much
I truly cared.. I guess the saying is true;;
Hearts are broken every day.
He’s one of those guys that you think you have a chance with. The
way he looks at you, that smile he gives you. That laugh he only laughs when you’re around. He’s one of those guys that you finally realize you don’t have a chance with until it’s to late.
I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic. You bring that out in me.
Some of us wouldn’t be lying if we said we’re trying too hard.
My dreams tell me secrets. My mind tells me lies.
My heart screams for help. My eyes only cry.
Remembering you is easy
I do it everyday
missing you is the heartache
that will never go away
*ALL0W ME TO EXPLAiN A BR0KEN HEART.
*A broken heart is when you actually
refuse to get out of bed in the morning because you are afraid of the
reality that awaits you.*
*A broken heart is when you think about
the individual that broke your heart constantly. You reminisce the
“Good Times” almost as if the “Bad Times” never existed.*
*A broken heartis when you are crying yourself to sleep every night and yet crying more and more each morning.*
*A broken heart is the unforgettable smell of his shirt that sits in that empty box; stowed away.*
*A broken heart is the cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear the syllables of his name.*
broken heart is glancing at the pictures of the two of you, and then
quickly turning your attention to something else, to avoid your tears.*
*A broken heart is re-reading his ancient letters and putting away the jewelry that he once bought for you.*
broken heart is secretly wanting to run back to him and secretly
wanting to just be loved by him again.* *A BR0KEN HEART is asking
desperately for just one last chance with the only person responsible
for your loneliness.*
*A broken heart is pretending to not care what his friends are saying about you.*
*A broken heart is forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you have dialed the first three digits to his number.*
*A broken heart is screaming and begging for a second chance inside.*
*A broken heart is the emptiness and heart-wrenching feeling you encounter when you see him with his new love.*
broken heart is knowing that no matter what you do or say to yourself,
you can’t fool your heart into believing that you will in fact “Be
*A broken heart is seeing him and even though it may be
the hardest thing that you have ever had to do but, you decide to walk
*A broken heart is listening to that one song that makes you break down, over and over again.*
*A broken heart sometimes means: Not wanting to go on.*
Running with scissors wasn’t smart
I tripped and cut open your heart
I didn’t mean to, but I seem to
Have pushed us back to the start
& you know what the hardest part is? That now,
when i cry, i don’t even try to stop my tears because
i know they’re going to fall no matter what.
In this moment that we both ignore the truth:
it’s all over.. It’s all over.
She keeps her secrets. Tries to hide her past because everything lately has gone way too fast
You’ve got this silly way
of keeping me on the edge of my seat
I think we bump
into each other just so
that we can feel something
It’s your hello that keeps me hanging out to every single word and it’s your goodbye that keeps me listening for your voice behind each corner. <3
Dear heart, I talked to him online today. And he
doesn’t even know how I feel. And I don’t know how he feels. I don’t
even know if he likes me as a friend. But HE IMed ME! And that makes me
feel awesome. The littlest things he does just makes me all jittery
inside. Maybe just maybe, he’s the one who won’t break you.
Signed, Girl in love
No camera could ever capture
the look in her eyes when he
smiles at her.
(haha i like that one)
Well, what am I supposed to think?
You’re like the king of mixed signals. One
day you can’t stand me. The next day you
can’t get enough of me.
Take a look behind the make-up and behind the fake smiles,because only then will you see. Look past the outward appearances and into my heart and you will see the real me. Look past the bruises and the scars…and all the things I do.And forget all the things you thought you once you knew. Don’t remind me of my mistakes and of my fallen tears, don’t tell me about the things I lost throughout all these years. Take a look inside..take a look and then you will realize…I’m not the girl you think I am, all I hope is that you really give a damn…Take me away from here, take me away so I can tell you my true fears…I’ll tell you about the thoughts in my head, and how I no longer feel dead…Take me away and never bring me back…Please ignore all the qualities,to you,I seem to lack. Forget all the bitterness and all the rage, must I remind you that you let me out
of this so-called cage. Try to look past all my insecurities and all my
lies, please look away from these unworthy eyes. Please leave your
comfort zone, for you I’ll let the real truth be known. Thinking of my future without youleaves me breathless, I get too scared to even speak. So let’s leave the problems all behind…let our future as friends unwind …but take me away today, bring me back on a better day.
When your thoughts revolve around him & he’s
the one you feel the happiest with.. there’s just
that something about him you don’t see in
other guys.. And when you’re not with Him, the
only place you want to be is in his arms..
Every time I see your face… Every time you look my way… It’s like it all falls into place and everything feels…okay
You need me like a bad habit // One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone
You’re taking up all the space in my head
with all the things that we could do. and all the
things that could be said. it’s hard for me to try
and understand the way i feel about you & the
way it made me feel to hold your hand
Thinking back before him….
I never knew the meaning of alone
you know what i want . just once
i want to be someones reason for
waking up someones reason for
going through another day , just
one time i want to be the one
being wished for. the one who
makes a guy say im so lucky to
have her , to put it simply ; i want
to mean to somebody what they
m e a n to me
I bet everyone else can look
into your eyes a million times
& never see what I see in you.
There are millions of people in the world, but in the end
it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes && `’
forget to breathe. But I know theres something beautiful
in all my imperfections, a beauty that held out for me to
see && a strength that can never be taken away
*SIGN’S YOU LOVE HIM*
– you stare at him a lot.
– he can always make you laugh, nmw.
– you can tell him anything in the whole world.
– you always seem to find yourself thinking about him.
– when he’s anywhere near you, you have to be with him.
– you go crazy over every little thing.
– whenever your with him you can’t help but smile =)
*SIGN’S HE LOVES YOU TOO*
– he stares back.
– he always has to make you laugh.
– you always seem to make him laugh too.
– whenever your around, he’s with you.
– he call’s you any chance he gets.
– he touch’s you whenever he gets the chance, even ifs its just a little touch.
– he picks you over his “boys“
– he lets you know he cares about you, he finds ways to show you.
Do me a favor. Watch what you say around me. Maybe you’re too blind to see it, but I’m still in love with you.
It’s when you cry just a little but you laugh in the middle that you’ve made it.
obstacles are put in the way to see if we really want something . .. or just thought we did
it’s gonna get bad before it gets better
you can cry and cry but he still won’t call
it’s gonna get sad maybe even sadder
but you’re not over the heartache
you’re still under the fall
IT’S THE KIND OF CRUSH WHERE I JUST FINISHED PUTTING UP MY
AWAY MESSAGE AND
ABOUT TO WALK OUT THE DOOR WHEN HE SIGNS ON AND SUDDENLY, WHATEVER
I WAS GOING TO DO DOESN’T MATTER
your like a cough on a rainy day. the kind that gives you chest pains
Tell me how It feels. How it feels to know you’ve broken my dreams. Left my heart shattered on the ground. How does it feel when you look at me. When you laugh with me. How does it feel. How does it feel to know you’re the reason I cry. How does it feel to know that every smile I flashed at you was a lie. How does it feel to know You’re the reason im lost, alone, and uncertain. I wanna know how it feels. How it feels to be Y. O. U.
take my hand, break my stride
make me smile for every time i’ve cried
i must admit i don’t understand why i lose my head holding your
hand.. there’s no explanation, no simple excuse for this intoxication i
feel around you
I’m staring at your photograph, remembering each moment you made me laugh. I never thought this would end this way and I’d still be miss you to this very day.</3
One of the worst feelings in the world
is knowing that that special someone
is still in your heart;; but you`re not in theirs
. I will hide my broken heart beneath a laughing
face. And though you’ll think I never cared, no one else
can take your place
So fuck you and your untouchable face and fuck you
For existing in the first place. And who am I, that I
Should be vying for your touch? Who am I? I bet you
Can’t even tell me that much.
Because when I talk .. He listens.
he’s my drug and yes, I’m addicted.
i bite my tongue everytime you’re around.
Because bloode in my mouth is better
Than tears on the ground.
the past is annoying, showing up in everybody’s
words, every song you hear, every block you walk; but you never want to
get rid of it because of one point, it was where you wanted to be.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down, probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing so fast… So. Take too many pictures ;; laugh too hard ;; and love like you’ve never been hurt because every minute you spend mad or upset is a minute of happiness that you’ll never get back.
You know it’s changing and it’s breaking your heart. There’s nothing you can do, except watch it fall apart.
and she waits for him to sign on
remember when we used to dance
everyone wanted to be you & me ..
Take chances . Be young . Go crazy .
Drive fast . Kiss slow . No regrets.
its amazing how someone
can break your heart
and you can still love them
with every p.i.e.c.e of it.
You’ll never be old & wise if you were never young & crazy
Sleeping is my favorite thing to do because i love to dream. When i dream i go to a far away place that is beyond imagination.. A place where i am with you.
Somewhere between all our laughs… long talks… stupid little fights… and all our jokes… I fell in love.<3
a pad of paper and a black ball-point pen she starts writing poetic words again. words that fill the mind the soul with comfort. tracing through the lines of the scars on her ripped and torn emotions and soul. if she begins she may never begin to stop. she hopes there is enough paper to express what she`s thinking & been feeling for quite sometime now
i hate the way i can never stop caring about you
when i see him in the hall, –please– stop ‘beating so
quickly. *&&and do tell my knees to quit s h a k i n g
when he speaks; &my stomach to stop turning each
time he signs online. ..that can`t be very healthy
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Finding the sweater you want is on sale for half price.
12. Chocolate milkshake (or vanilla!) (or strawberry).
13. A long distance phone call.
14. A bubble bath.
16. A good conversation.
17. The beach.
18. Finding a $20 bill in your coat from last winter.
19. Laughing at yourself.
20. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
21. Running through sprinklers.
22. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
23. Having someone tell you that you’re beautiful.
24. Laughing at an inside joke.
26. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
27. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
28. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
29. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
30. Playing with a new puppy.
31. Having someone play with your hair.
32. Sweet dreams.
33. Hot chocolate.
34. Road trips with friends.
35. Swinging on swings.
36. Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies
and drinking your favorite hot toddy.
37. Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can
sing along without feeling stupid.
38. Going to a really good concert.
39. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
40. Winning a really competitive game.
41. Making chocolate chip cookies.
42. Having your friends send you home-made cookies.
43. Spending time with close friends.
44. Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.
45. Holding hands with someone you care about.
46. Running into an old friend and realizing that some
things (good or bad) never change.
47. Riding the best roller coasters over and over.
48. Watching the expression on someone’s face as they open a
much desired present from you.
49. Watching the sunrise.
50. Getting out of bed every morning and
being grateful for another beautiful day.
unconditional love — love without a limit
why does tonight have to end? why don’t we
hit restart, and pause it at our favorite parts.
&&soon i know i’ll wake from this dream
i lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
it only hurts when im [breathing]
my heart only breaks when its [beating]
Who am I kidding? It wasn`t meant to be.
I needed a believer and you, you needed to believe.
Maybe the reason we try & hold on to things so tight is because we’re scared they’ll NEVER come again.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my
waist and you kissed me like you meant it
&& I knew that you meant it ❤
You sit there and smile at me and I
wonder if you’ve ever smiled
like that at a n y o n e e l s e.
What a perfect crime.
If I stole your heart ; and you stole mine
WHEN i HEAR Y0UR NAME;MY HEAD STiLL
TURNS, AND MY HEART STiLL BREAKS____xl3
put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a
pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT’S relativity.
– Albert Einstein
calling it a simple school girl crush was like saying rolls royce was a vehicle with four wheels; something like a hay wagon.
she didn`t giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk
his name on trees or write it on the walls of the kissing bridge. she
simply lived with his face in her heart all of the time; a kind of
sweet, hurtful ache. she would have DiED for him.
Maybe the reason we try & hold on to things so tight is because we’re scared they’ll NEVER come again
I thought I didn’t like you, but when
I’m not with you that is so easy to say. But once I go back to school
and saw you, I see all the things that made me like you in the first place.
True love is when you can’t describe what you like about him.. </3
and latley she’d say anything to make him turn his head… anything to make him laugh and look at her.
Do you ever just get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You dont want to smile, and you don’t want to fake being happy.
But at the same time, you don’t know exactly what is wrong either.
There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand.
If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People
have stopped being comforting.. & being alone never was. At least
when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what is wrong and
there isn’t anyone who won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. You
feel the way you do just because–you hope the feeling will pass soon
and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait..
It kills me to know you’re online
and you won’t talk to me..it’s just time
i realize that i don’t mean anything to
you.. and never really did..
sometimes I wish I could just grab him, shake him, & make him realize how much I want him back. but now when I see him smile i`m more ready to cry than smile too, because I want him so bad it hurts.
he has no idea whats goes on through her mind ; ‘.
she’s so good at pretending
he will never know how many tears are fallen each
night for him nor the endless hours that she wastes
thinking about her last chapter . . .
that she completely ruined
the sweetest sound of all
is that of your own name
spoken by the only boy
you care about…….. ❤
& she tries so hard to make herself okay ;; prays to god she`ll get over him one day
Cinderella didn’t have to go through this shit
so he smiled at her today in school
yet she just wanted to b r e a k d o w n
all the memories just flood back so quickly
you almost wish they were never there
I hate myself for wanting you
It’s hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen but it’s even harder to give up when you know its everything you want
She knew better, but her crazy heart didn’t..
It always broke, no matter how hard she tried to protect it..
True love is when you can’t describe what you like about him.. </3
Tank tops flip flops ice cream sweet dreams
late night pillow fights – sun tan game plan
light hair no one cares feet in sand
lemonade in hand — Summer 05
life is made up of years that mean nothing
and moments that mean it all
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste,
it all revolves around you.
–» moulin rouge
i can`t talk to you anymore. it`s not that i`m mad at you. it`s just that when i talk to you i realize how much i love you. and when i realize how much i love you i realize i can`t have you. and that just makes me love you even more
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past,
stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisly
how we’feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly
what we want our hearts to feel, sometimes we
just have to go with the flow and just enjoy life.
She stands before the mirror looking into the glass
The makeup she wears… hides the secrets of the past
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’ll have understood. This is an 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 rite 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 been greeted by
a night of catcalling, rude L0VESzs and explicit invitations that they’d rather not have experienced.
This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn’t care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.
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 girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given 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 sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and 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 and 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 too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you’ve returned home alone, for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, 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 presence, 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 just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize 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 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.
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 satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don’t think that 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. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, 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? Because therein 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 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 being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don’t say you’re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at 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’ll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel
shorts, I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hungover 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 and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend – – but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. 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 congradulatory 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’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what’s a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
ARGH!!!!!! I HAVE TO STOP NOW.