I walk into a room and every guy’s head instantly turns. I’m tall with gorgeous thick hair that cascades down my back. I have a perfect smile and clear blue eyes. My complexion is, of course, magnificent. No spots here. Only perfect freckles that make me look impeccably and permanently sun-kissed. Of course, guys flock to me. And I just laugh at them. But if I see one I like, he WILL like me. How could he not? My sister trails behind me, but no-one notices her. I mean, why would they when someone like me is here? She’s ugly. She’s short and has muscles. She thinks she’s bad ass and wears glasses. Her curly hair and pimples complete the picture of a typical high-school nobody. But, forget her; I’m focusing on my entrance.

Hahahahahahaha! You thought I was describing my OWN entrance into a room. Psh. Nope. I mean, I’m in there. But I’m the geek in the shadows. It girl material? I think not.  My sister is the one that guys look at. But, honestly, for just once in my life, I want to be the girl that a cute guy looks at. Not just looks at like ‘oh look someone’s here’ but ‘wow’.  I’m sick and tired of sitting and listening to all my friends talk about their ‘significant others’.  Out of all the guys in the world , not ONE has ever noticed me like that.

  I like to pretend I’m Rapunzel. Stuck in my tower with no one knowing I’m there.  Awaiting my handsome prince… HA. Let’s be realistic for a second. I mean,

     You know what, here’s a better idea. Yo, Rapunzel, forget the ladder.

                                    There’s a faster way down.

(taken from FEARLESS [hey, it’s a good quote and better book ;) ])

Why am I the odd one out? I’m fed up with being the one who has to stay on the sidelines and watch everyone else pair up. When will it be MY turn? Will it ever be my turn? What’s wrong with me?! I’m the random chick who just happens to always be the ugliest and weirdest. I’ll grow up to be like Kelly. Lucky me. I’m totally okay with that. Whoops, I lied. I’m NOT okay with this. I mean, why do I have to be the loser? You can spout off as much ‘oh the dating game is for the birds’ or, ‘oh it’s not you, it’s every other guy in the world’, and the ever present classic ‘but you’re such a treasure’. Well, can someone PLEASE give a guy a map????

Seriously, it’s lonely on the sidelines when everyone else is out in the field. It’s like they’re playing a game that you’re too out of form for. This SUCKS. It’s like being at a party on Valentine’s Day.  And you didn’t get the memo that it’s a couple’s only thing. AWKWARD.   I mean, out of all the guys I know, why can’t just ONE of those guys see me as someone other than Hannah’s little sister. I’M SICK OF IT. I’d scream it out loud if I thought anyone would bother listening.

But for now, I’m stuck to venting in a corner of cyberspace. Whilst daydreaming about one day having my own personal knight in shining armor. He’ll come riding through the streets on his mustang (car, not horse) and whisk me off into… Oh screw it. With my luck he wouldn’t notice me and run me down.