So, here we are once again.
It’s a friday night and your friends have once again convinced you to go out even though you would have rather stayed in. You go through the mechanics of trying on different pairs of jeans and tops and deciding if it is really worth doing your hair when it will get messed up anyway. Then everyone poses for pictures, and then you are out for the night knowing you won’t be back till at least two in the morning.
In the back part of your mind you already knew how this night was going to play out. You are stuck in a dark lit room with the stereo blasting so hard it is surprising that the cops haven’t broke up the party yet. Bodies are pressed against each other and everyone is a hot mess because the thought of air conditioned rooms is too hard to comprehend. Looking over your right shoulder you can see someone had a little too much of the good juice. The girls you came with are out on the dance floor and even surface level top's going crazy.
Just then you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you come face to face with a guy that makes you feel like a deer stuck in headlights. Stunned beyond the point of talking you miss the part where he asked you a question. However, at the end of it the fantasies come to a screeching halt and you have to ask him to repeat himself.
Then he says it. The magical words every girl wants to hear.
“Hey, your friend is hot do you think she would go for me?”
Stop. Pause. Rewind. Did that really just happen?
When a girl hears those words it is a funny feeling that starts to take over. You feel a sense of denial because why would they come up to you of all people to say that. Then you get really calm and smile and begin to either chug some of that good juice or leave altogether. At the end of the night you do not tell your friends you hold back your thoughts till you are back home. Soon you begin to question maybe’s and what if’s.
What if I am not that attractive? Should I try more? Maybe guys just don’t like me.
First of all let me stop you right there. You need to stop thinking all of these thoughts, because unless if you have scientific research and facts to back up those thoughts then they are most likely false. Just because a dude decided to ask about your friend does not mean that you are not attractive it just means you might not have been their ideal match. Everyone is guilty of having types ( if you say not me then you are a liar). You are perfect just the way you are and I say take all that negativity and tell it to go shove it.
Trust me as a second stringer I can confidently say that just because guys have come up to me to talk about my best friend I don’t let it get me down anymore. Instead, I gulp down my brave juice and flip them a perfectly manicured finger and go dance with my friends. Here is the thing about being a second stringer just because you are one for now, doesn't mean you won’t be someone’s first draft pick. It takes time for now just enjoy the fact that being single just means that you get to save money from dates and more time for netflix.
