One Of The Guys

Inspired bby a article called "Nice Guys" written by some self absorbed "nice guy" who probably couldn't see beyond this week's brainless twit of a friend.
This is OUR rebuttle jerk!

Here’s to the ladies who will forever be known as “one of the guys”. The cute and cuddly “just like a little sister” females who play the sports, watch the man show, carry their male “buds” to their rooms when they’re have passed out, who mend torn jeans, who know the best hang-outs, who give the best gifts, who make soup for the sick, and give out advice about the cryptic crap those head cheerleader girls let dribble from the too perfect red lips.
To the ladies who are a loud to sit in during the “guy hour” where their “bubs” compare girl friend’s tits and asses. Where they talk man talk, and fart and scratch, and talk with their mouths full and guzzle beers. Here’s to the ladies who go shot for shot with their boys at the bar, and keep the beer goggles away. For the chicks in the jeans, and large t-shirts with wholes, and dirty old tennis shoes. For the ladies who don’t bother with make-up and like dirt on their faces. The ladies who can hold their own during football games in the mud, and own every boy in the room while playing Mortal Combat during poker night.
Here’s to being “one of the guys” when all you’d like to do is lay a toe curling kiss on your best guy friend. For having to check yourself so no one catches you staring at him when he takes off his shirt. For catching the ball just so he’ll tackle you, and trying desperately not to blush when he gives you a “good game” pat on the ass. To biting your tongue as he explains to the brainless dit he’s dating what a touchdown is, and why it’s important for quite during Call of Duty even though the gamers are screaming. Here’s to putting up with him ditching you and the group to bump uglies with the same empty headed princess he was just calling high maintenance and boring.
Here’s to the ladies who constantly keep their heads down and try not to be a threat to their crush’s new squeeze, because not matter how many times he says “she’s like one of the guys” that bimbo will look at you and know. She’ll know you with your baseball cap and dirty clothes have been eyeing her man for some time now. Crushing on him and wishing he’d see like he sees her. And you’ll let him run to her when she calls, and kid with the guys about how he’s whipped. And then you’ll go to the mall looking for that jersey or game he wanted for his birthday and see a store that sells the clothes that the girls he dates wear. And maybe you’ll even try on a skirt and spaghetti strap, and look at yourself in the mirror before you change back into your comfortable old jeans and t-shirt with the whole. And you’ll know you’ll never be comfortable in those clothes, but you’ll still look at them mournfully as you buy his gift.
Here’s to the ladies who keep on being “one of the guys”. Who care for their boys and hide their crushes. Here’s to the chicks that are tougher than nails, can name the entire Dallas Offense and give their stats for the last year. To the mamas who have the high score in Teken, and know the perfect sniper positions in Call of Duty. Here’s to the girls who are called “little sister” when they want to be called “lover”.
You just keep doing what you’re doing chicas, and don’t go changing in hopes of losing your “one of the guys” or “little sister” title. Keep your head down and have fun with it, because I can tell you, as a lady who was once “one of the guys” that you will one day find a man (not a boy) who sees you as a lady. A fun, understanding, beautiful lady, and he’ll scope you up, treat you like a princess and never let you go. I know, I was one of the guys, I found my man and I married him.
So keep on keeping on ladies, soon you’ll lose your title of “one of the guys”.