Nice Girls

Who Dares Wins

Deep down inside, I always thought of myself as a nice girl. I don't screw over guys, I'm loyal, I'm responsible, I have good work ethic, I'm not particularly that reckless, I'm well-educated, I'm somewhat domesticated (except for laundry, I can do everything), and on my good days, I know I'm someone you can bring home to your parents.

But... I'm not a pretty girl in the Ani DiFranco sense. My girl friends and I have that in common. I'm a hurricane of a woman. I'm a ball-buster. I know I have a crazy, quirky personality that shoots out bolts of lightning. I am a daredevil. I can dance up a frenzy and I can wrap my arms around you and serenade you with goofy songs. I do art, I write, I skate (i know how to ollie but that's it haha), I gesticulate wildly when I tell stories. I take the lead and twirl guys around when I do my drunken ballroom dancing. I gladly hurl myself into open sea when I can because I love the water and I like to swim. I'm a slippers and sneakers girl. I can't dress plain even if I tried. I laugh long and loud. I eat like a boar, and I drink like a fish. I give the dumbest pop culture references.

And while I love who I am and who I'm continuing to grow into, sometimes I can't help but feel jealous of the nice girls who seem to have it easier. While I perceive a good lot of them as bland, insipid, and boring, I have this paradigm in my head that tells me that these are the girls that guys will gladly be knights in shining armor for.

I'm very complex and very volatile, and yet I know I'm worth it. But I can't blame most guys for going for something with less complications. Rest assured though, I know that we'll rock your world and we're girls for keeps.

Ok, somebody shoot me already!