Not Ready to Make Nice

It's time to choose between being Naughty or Nice. I think that I have always chosen Nice. I am the quintessential nice girl, with about a decade's worth of heartbreak to show for it.

The nice girl remembers birthdays. She is called in the middle of the night to talk about the latest problem, to rescue someone from a bad situation or just because she makes herself so available people assume that she will be up at 5 AM. She knows that you mentioned you liked (Insert Just About Anything Here) and she makes sure you have it for (Insert Closest Holiday Here). She celebrates her friends’ everythings - even when they don't want to celebrate. She makes everyone feel special (and secretly she wishes for reciprocity).

She is the one that everyone trusts. And everyone confides in. She is faithful, loyal to a fault and believes the good in everyone. (She is often burned, because she can’t see the scheming bastard for what he really is). She is not a huge risk taker, because she is more worried about being there to support other people's risks.

She is often relegated to the "friend zone," because most men aren't ready for her yet. She is the one that most guys talk to, because she is smart, witty, fun and easy going. (This can be a problem, because her nervousness often manifests itself in biting wit and quick responses). She is the one who sits at the table and wishes that someone there would see her as a feminine object of beauty worthy of doting and affection. She is the one who usually ends up answering questions about her friends. And in turn, she is a really good wingman. She is often surrounded by many and sometimes she couldn’t feel more alone.

She is the ultimate party hostess, often negating her own fun for the sake of making sure everyone is taken care of and enjoying themselves. She goes out a lot, but sometimes she longs for her couch, a roaring fire, a good movie and someone to cuddle with. She really just wants someone to be there for her like she is for others. To wax poetic, she wants somebody to love (and be loved by).

The problem with being the Nice girl is that try as she might, she isn’t good at the Naughty. That being said, this Nice Girl’s gonna give it a shot. This year I am hoping for coal in my stocking. (Of course, the stocking will be one that was knitted and hung by the chimney with care by the nice girl who always keeps Christmas in her heart).