So many girls

I’ve been so many different girls throughout my life. I’ve been the girl the guy doesn’t care about, who takes her on a “date” and it ends in a make out in his car- meaningless and nothing. I’ve been the unattainable girl, the rebound, the girl with a puppy-dog crush, the crazy girl, the desperate girl, the dork, and the heartbreaker. I’ve been a bitch, and a sweetheart, and considered goth or hippie or hipster. I’ve been the weird girl, the fancy girl, the fashiony city girl, the naïve girl. All depending on whose eyes are looking at me; Whose eyes I’m being seen through. I’ve been the girl who’s fallen for artists, musicians and mechanics, the girl who only wanted to date a guy who owns a car, the girl who doesn’t care what a guy looks like, the girl who settles, the girl who’s not picky enough, the girl who’s too picky, the girl who only likes funny guys, the girl who only likes older guys. I’ve been the girl who has been called a prude and a slut. I’ve been the flirt, the tease, the confusing girl who leads guys on. I’ve been the mean girl, the cold girl, the girl with family issues, the elusive butterfly. All the while, the only variable being the man who was looking at me and the only constant being me.

♥E