one good fuck deserves another.

i'm really not a girl-friend.

i'm not a girlfriend, either.

but i've been there. both places.

having to be a girl-friend is much more difficult because you can't suck a girl's dick to make her feel better.

among other things, i suppose...

girls are fun when you have a girls night and everybody gets along.

in other words,

girls are fun when you feel like it.

at the same time that girls can be fun, they can be awful.

they can be wicked and cruel and catty; my favourite of terms.

most of all, they're horrible to themselves.

girls don't realize how much power they have because of the almighty vagina.

the only woman to have ever melted was the Wicked Witch of the West...and even then, she was supernatural so i'm sure it doesn't count.

the point is, boys melt.

and that's why a girlfriend will get away with more than a girl-friend.

girls are also fun when you have to sit and listen to the stupid things they've done.

the stupid and hurtful things that they have put themselves through.

themselves through...

girls! do other girls; and lets not even mention boys, not hurt you

enough,

already?

i'd say so, yes.

what else makes girls fun?

the lying? the revenge? the snakey eyes?

well yeah, those things are what make anyone fun.

but girls are fun, most of all, because they don't even know it.

here.. i'm a boy.

i'm a boy you like and i'm a boy who is a complete and total asshole.

i won't say hello if i walk into a room full of people that i know.

i won't smile unless someone says something to add to the height of my horse.

i won't look you in the eye and tell you that i've said awful things about you for no reason.

i won't let you get away unnoticed, though.

so the girl; who i most certainly am not, will...

give him the attention he craves; no, requires.

give him the laughter...the air for his tires.

the eyelashes...a perfect boost for an ego.

until eventually, she gives him the most important thing.

herself.

and it happens this way all the time; every day.

girls talking to their girl-friends about boys who made them feel awful.

made them feel as if they were on an even-playing field,

only to come from behind with a new game plan.

one that pleases and benefits only them.

and as a former-girlfriend, i've been hurt of course.

i've hurt, of course.

but myself? no.

i don't let someone hate my guts, and then fuck them because they have a sudden change of heart.

they have an erectile epiphany that's supported only by liquid courage and a sweaty dance floor. 

they have the perfect recipe for a fun girl.

a girl who deserves everything she gets because she lets it happen.