I have a lot of guy friends. I know every girl you know says that. But,for me, it's completely true. They don't all want to sleep with me [[... that I know of. lol.]] I'm not attracted to them. They're my buddies.
But when I do meet a dude, who may be interested... I feel like I need to remind him...
I'm a girl, you know. I'm goofy, yes. And you're more likely to see me in a pair of sneakers than a pair of stilettos. No, I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. I don't obsess over fashion trends. I'm not boy crazy. I'm more likely to order meat and potatoes than a salad. I have way too much pride to be submissive to anyone. I laugh loudly while watching Family Guy. And I may rock a fitted every now and then. But helloooo! I still have a vagina! Lol. I'm an effin LAAAADY!
My rebellious nature and consistently optimistic outlook make me fervently believe that I will NOT have to change who I am to land the man of my dreams. But every now and then, I see that girl... the one seated by the window in Starbucks with her boyfriend; she's applied her makeup flawlessly, rocking the highest heels I've ever seen and reading her Cosmopolitan magazine...
I see her and wonder if my own personal happily ever after really exists. I probably don't want the guy who wants that girl anyway. But the question still lingers sometimes.
I'm waiting on my knight in dirty Nikes. The guy who would rather bounce around in my living room playing Wii than chase skirts. A guy who has just as many meaningless tattoos as me. Someone assertive and limitless. Goal oriented, yet maaaad fun! I want a man's man who really, truly and completely understands that there is a grown a** woman inside of this spunky little girl.
Whew! I said a lot. But I'm just so tired of the foolishness. And I refuse to settle for less.
I'm just a girl.
