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It's just reality...

It was said this weekend that I'm the girl next door pretty. In the same breath the next question was "Do you know where nice girls finish?". Yeah. I do. They finish last. Men do not want the girl next door. They do not want a woman who has curves and may be a little squishy around the middle and hip area. The reality of it is...men want a woman who is toned. A flat tummy and a little bubble of a butt. Her face is not starting to lose it's tightness. She most definitely does not have the beginnings of *gasp* a turkey neck.

I am the girl who is every man's friend. I am the girl every man talks to and hangs out with. I am the girl that is asked to be friends with benefits. I am not the girl any man wants to be romantically involved with. I am not the girl any man would like to marry.

My friends wonder why I'm single. I just let the whole blog world know why. I'm the girl next door pretty. I am the nice girl who always finishes last. Isn't life grand?




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