The other girl

You said, there’s this girl I know, a girl I know from work. She’s nice, she’s smart, and she’s a lot of fun to work with. She’s dependable, she’s responsible, and she takes good care of her family.

She’s a nice girl, you told me, a really good girl.

I think she likes me.

That’s the bomb, I thought, that’s the bomb right there. You think she likes you, you say, and you don’t know what to do. But hold on just a minute there, hold on for just a sec. Did you just listen to yourself as you said those lines? Those lines that sound like they’ve been practised, and made to sound just right. Did I just catch a hint of hope? Or perhaps even a touch of happy?

You like being liked, don’t you. We all do.

You asked, are you mad? Mad because this girl likes me.

Well, I can’t possibly be mad that you’re popular, now can I? So no, I told you, no I’m not mad.

She’s a nice girl, you said to me, you’ll like her if you get to know her.

To be quite honest, I quite like her too.

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Now that there, that’s the bomb.