The First Story Is The Oldest Story

She's a special kind of girl. You know her type. She laughs at my jokes, likes the same music (mostly) that I do, even plays the same video games. Her sense of humor is on par with mine and she doesn't mind if a joke is off-color or a little dirty. She's got that look that I love. Every guy has a look that he loves, each a little different.

Yes, I've no doubt you know her type. I've no doubt that you have or have had someone like that in your life. And the one thing that ties all the girls (or guys) of her type together is this: You can't have her. And no, I can't have her. Oh, I could probably charm my way into a few dates, maybe even make her my own. If it weren't for the simple fact that she belongs to someone else.

If that wasn't salt in the gaping wound of desire, there's always the fact that the guy she belongs to is one of my good friends. Yeah, that stings. It would be one thing if I didn't know the guy. I could work my wiles and hope to draw her away from him, assured that I was doing no less than rescuing a damsel in distress from what must be a less-than-fulfilling relationship with someone who could never appreciate her as much as I do.

But, no. He's a stand-up guy. Respectable, responsible, and fun to be around. Not as fun as I am, sure, but my level of awesome takes years to master (useless as it may be in the face of wallowing in the "friend" category of her mind). Unrequited love. Oldest one in the book. Wanting that which eludes us.

It's not even a matter of wanting to nail her. Sure, I'm sexually attracted to her. But the important thing, that which truly draws me to her is the connection I feel to her as a person. That same connection which betrays me to the "friend" status. Maybe someday I'll get my chance. Maybe not. I'll just have to hope to find another like her, though we all know how likely we believe that to be in times like this. I do know this; I would never wish heartache on her or my friend with whom she is currently attached. But, should the day come that they break apart, I know I want to be the one consoling her. And, when the right time presents itself, make known my deeper feelings for her.

Maybe that makes me an asshole. I don't know. I hope not, but even if it does I don't know that it would stop me from trying to win her should that day come. As some famous person whose name I cannot recall once said, "the heart wants what the heart wants". She's a special kind of girl.