Nic Narrates

Some girls quietly giggle to an acquaintance on the el. Their hair, shiny, long, and luxe, if slightly tipsy. Their two carat emerald and princess cut rings, beacons in the dark winter night, mocking.

Some girls organize “girls nights,” then talk only of their travels to Ireland with newlywed husbands, calling it a night abruptly to get back home.

Some girls whisper from across their seafood rustica risotto of “trying for a baby” and that eternal search for the perfect, elusive townhome in Evanston.

Some girls distantly, sympathetically, smile as you joke, in a poor attempt at coping, about your five-year gamble- funny, no?

Some girls don’t traffic in ultimatums, never raise their sylvan voices, never ask “why isn’t it me?”

Some girls are simply lovely- just as they are and for all the good in them that can be seen.

And some girls are caught admiring those girls from afar.

Filed under: engaging boyfriends, singletons, so what if i scream? by Nic