Tribute to Girls

In Comemoration of Valentines Day I thought I'd post a post I've had on my FB page for the last little while.

This is my tribute to the girls who are overlooked, who become friends & nothing more because it must be that they are doing something wrong.
This is for the girls who DON'T want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug & supportive audience for a story they've heard A THOUSAND TIMES.
This for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect & that the guys they're interested in aren't either.For the girls who flirt & laugh over the slightest glance, whisper, or touch because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe, just maybe this time he'll have understood.
This is a homage to the girls who laugh & do it often, who are comfortable in skirts & sweats, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
This is for the girls who have been in trenches, who have watched other girls time & time again fake up & make up & mess up the guys in their lives without saying a word.
This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning & have heard the right words of advice from, "there are plenty of fish in the sea", to "time heals all wounds"---because it doesn't.
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 & been greeted by a night of rude catcalls, explicit invitations and that they'd rather not have experienced.
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages or aim profiles, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have TIME & TIME AGAIN dropped their male friend HINT AFTER HINT AFTER HINT, only to watch him chase after another girl, the first girl in a skirt.
This is for the girls who have been told that they are 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 is for the girls who have been led on by words & kisses & 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, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over "her", or 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, & their hopes dashed, by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place.
This is for the nights spent dissecting every word & syllable & inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home feeling 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 girls 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 got a speeding ticket, or when he crashed his car, you held him; thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his hand 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, & 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 & amazing & loyal & 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 a pillow.
This is for the girls who have been used & abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something.
This is for the nights you believed that something was better than nothing even though his something was something you would never want.
This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little & 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, us men sit & question & whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them & belittle them & don't appreciate them & don't want them.Us men complain that we will never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested & compelling who are intelligent & sweet, smart, & beautiful. We despair that no good women want to share in our lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep us hanging, yet, I have to ask:

Are we to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrilling, compelling, intelligent & sweet and beautiful & smart girls, are we to give her our number & wait for her to call, & if we were to receive a call from her the next day, & she in her truthful, loyal, intelligent, and straightforward nice girl fashion were to tell us that she finds us intriguing & attractive & interesting & worth her time & perhaps material from whichs she could fashion a boyfriend, would we not immediately call our friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" we met the night prior, who called & wore her heart on her sleeve, & told the truth? & would we not refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again & once again return to the party scene & search once more for this "nice girl" who we just cannot seem to find?Because there in lies the truth.Nice girls are everywhere, but maybe we are not looking for a nice girl, were not looking for someone genuinely interested in our intermural basketball game, or our anatomy midterm grade, or that argument we keep having with your parents.Maybe were looking for a quick fix.A night when we can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as quick as the night its self.Perhaps we shouldn't say were on the lookout for a nice girl, when we pass her up on every step we take. When she is sitting right in front of us....