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 f 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 trite 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.