• 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 **** 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 right 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 loves 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:
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    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.



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    this is a tribute to nice girls.

    This is a tribute to the nice girls. The nice girls made of sugar and spice, who always get overlooked, and who sit and endure endless ranting about the psycho-b***h stalker sluts men are wasting their time with, all the while embodying an angelic, classy exterior that is underrated.

    This is dedicated to the girls who pick up the phone at 2 a.m. to talk to their belligerently drunk guy friends and listen to them for hours about nonsense because they don't feel like going to sleep.

    This is for the girls who still say thank you to the guy who hurries to hold the door open for the leggy blonde in front of you, then squeezes in front of you and barely saves the door from slamming in your face.

    This is in honor of the girls who reiterate how lucky any girl would be to have a certain guy, and then tell him 50 different ways to impress the girl of his dreams who is too stupid and stuck up to notice him in the first place.

    This is in honor of the girls who pump up a man's ego because she knows how delicate is, and once it gets bruised, she tells him how sexy/smart/funny he is so that his confidence (and head) is as inflated as it was before some dumb b***h ripped his heart out and put it in a blender.

    This is for the girls with the big hearts, who aren't afraid to be silly, who lay it on the line, and who can go with the flow.

    This is for the girls who truly believe there is more to guys then sex and sports, but still put up with the sexist jokes and watch ESPN Sports Center without complaint.

    This is for all the girls who have been told, "you're the type of girl guys want to marry", and who spend their Friday nights alone (or with other nice girls) because they don't put out on the first date.

    This is for the girls who possess all of the qualities of a kick-a** girlfriend, but never get the time of day.This is for all of the girls who are unappreciated, but still unselfishly give their time and effort, go to great lengths to please others, and continue to genuinely care about other people's feelings (even if they are assholes).

    This is for the ladies who are called prude because they would rather spoon than lick balls. For all the girls who are cast to the side, sit out the slow dances, and confidently go stag to social events, this is for you.

    This is for the time he ditched hanging out with you to play video games with his friends and for the time he blew you off to stare at some anorexic blonde with jugs bigger than your head in a bathing suit.

    This is for the time you went to hang out with him and his friends and even though he was too cool to admit he had feelings for you and practically ignored you the whole time, you still pretended not to notice as all comments were directed to your chest instead of your face.

    Nice girls don't get the attention they deserve. We like sports, we like to get rough and dirty, we don't ask you 100 times if you think we're fat, and we don't complain while you munch down four cheeseburgers as we enjoy our salad and water. Even more surprising, nice girls don't get asked out as much as they should. We don't expect anything fancy, I mean you can save that $40 you spent taking some whore out to dinner just so you could secure some booty time for desert and use it to rent a video and buy us some flowers. I wish I could explain this, but the only conclusion I can come up with is guys are image-ho who just want a hot piece of a** and to uphold a bada** reputation. Many of them claim they want a girl they can take home to Mom, but when faced with such a lucky find they say absurd, illogical things such as "Oh, she's out of my league", "The timing is off", or "She's not my type". I'm sorry, but these conceited jerks I just have no tolerance for. There is no connection between what they say ("I don't want to wake-up next to a stranger" wink and what they do ("Who the f*** is this naked woman in my bed?" wink . Furthermore, they comment on the lack of women who possess the full-package that are still available as they continue to sleep around with any hoe-bag with a short skirt, blonde streaks, wide-open legs, and even wider-opened mouths. But one thing I will say is this does not last forever. Eventually the boys get tired of f***ing the high-school/college dropout with STDs and illegitimate children, and that's when they will be begging to tap the tight nice girls' a**es. The hard part is sorting out the loser guys from the ones who didn't have to sleep with 25 girls to realize what they actually want in a woman and then making sure they aren't involved with the very psycho-b****es that give us nice girls a bad rep.

    So until these men realize what they are missing, until they actually grow big enough balls to go for the nice girls, until they are ready to get more from a relationship than blow jobs and booty calls, and until they have the intelligence to give us exactly what we need, I propose a toast to all the nice ladies. You know who you are, and --I know-- you are sick of hearing you have to be patient and keeping waiting until what's meant to happen will happen. But the truth is, the world needs your long comforting talks, your insightful suggestions, your pleasantly optimistic perspective, and your tendency to let the men act like heroes and take the credit while you sit in the background as the ditzy damsel who has so much more than what meets the eye. For all the crazy, immature, ill-witted things you fathom, for all the situations where your infallible performance is unacknowledged, and for the endless nights you spend trying to improve someone else's life instead of your own, my gratitude and appreciation go out to you.