Jessica's Tales

What kind of girl am I? What kind of question is that!? You see my kind every day! We are everywhere you go. (pause) I’m the type of girl who will get hit by a parked car, apologize to a chair after walking into it and push a door that says pull. I’m the type of girl who slips and falls right after pointing out the wet floor sign to someone else, trips over nothing, and still puts her hand against the wall even though it says “wet paint” I’m the girl who loses three dollars in the vending machine trying to get the 65 cent chocolate to cheer someone else up. I’m the type of girl who walks into a lamp post because she’s too enamored with the guy she’s listening to, even as he tells her about the girl he’s fallen in love with, to watch where she’s going….even though that girl will never be her. I’m the type of girl who drops everything to assist someone she doesn’t even know. Yes. I’m that girl. I’m the girl who never gets noticed unless she’s getting laughed at for her klutzy little blunders. I’m the girl who’ll never get her man because she’s too busy helping him get the girl he thinks he wants. Yes, I am that type of girl and, for once, that’s OK with me.