I watched her get into your car. I was in the backseat, and all of a sudden it was like i was watching a movie. You were talking to me about my insurance crap and i really wasn't listening. She walked to the car and i watched her as she went and i thought "oh crap, so that's what a girl is supposed to look and act like" And i'm nothing remotly close to that. I sat in the backseat and watched the backs of your heads. Pearl Jam came on the radio and i wanted to cry. I thought "of course he's with her...she's an adult, she carries a purse and wears lipstick and shit like that that you've never done. Of course he's with her, she's a girly girl who sits and is polite and she doesn't say fuck at all. The next day J asked what was wrong "....they look good together don't they?" "yeah, i guess they do" "hmph" "why?" "oh nothing.... it's just...that's what a girl is supposed to be like huh? i'm just not it at all" "Annie, you know that you're better then most girls... she doesn't know anything about what we like and do, so in that way you're better" But that's the thing isn't it, boys don't want the girl who knows everything they want the girl they can show the world too.