Nadine

Time to throw away the covers and begin telling the stories of people I wanted to tell for so long.
You know. Maybe they wouldn't be happy to see this.
But sorry, I feel THE NEED to open up.

I'll begin with this female sweetie the friend of mine.
She looks like this girl I found in the INTERNET. Same style, same enigma in her eyes, same womanish glow, sexy, charming, sassy.



We can call her NADINE I suppose.
This is the name of a character in this book I read when I was about 12, I think- by Jacklyn Wilson - you know, sappy girl stuff. Nadine was something I have always dreamt to be - long dark hair without curls, slim, model-alike, so concrete in her being HERSELF that the words of Muse's "Bliss" come to my ears straightaway -
"Everything about you is how I wanna be
Your freedom comes naturally"

Nadine likes everything that could fit to the "Pretty girl" or "Charming woman" type. She wears high heels, skinny jeans paired with some elegant jacket, there's pink and beige, there's dresses and everything a really serious beauty would wear.
Easy to see from where does our friendship stem from - I'm never a rival to her.

We're the freakiest two when we're seen together - my loose jeans and hair trouble and her gloss.
So that from time to time I am being shown my place.
Sometimes she would just keep silent for entire day because she is pissed off with me.
This is the thing I never possess.
I can be furious and crazy and stuff- but only because I piss off myself.
It's funny to see that someone that level-headed like her might actually feel ENVY to someone like me.
I mean - in her universe I'm mud.
But after sometime together she'd realized, probably, that I possessed some qualities she could never have.
So now we're stuck together. She needs me.
At least to be her ugly friend, you know, to shade.
She would let me be smart and freaky and this kinda creative spirit, but would never let to her private role - the role of a GIRL

She is James Bond's girlfriend, she's the main character of the Sex and the City, she is the Girl here. Despite having a boyfriend she would still have this chemistry moments with guys which I, for example, never have. Just because she is the Girl, and they no wonder sense it. When they speak to each other- I hear their voices lower, see their eyes sparkle, see their body blossom. The topics would change fast until they come to the border they shouldn't cross because they all have their relationship in progress - but still the conversation is still much more pleasant than a conversation with me. I'm the one they turn to for the help in studies, not for some pretty flirty chat.
Her boyfriend is very self-confident, with poppy face and poppy words. He's a singer and things seem to go good for him right now. He says Nadine how much he loves her, quoting Frederic Beigbeder, though she might not know he quotes someone, I think.
She is the Girl, so she has all the rights. Accurate, pretty, smart, she has the right to pinch me a little from time to time. When she hugs me and says she just loves me.
She is the Girl, so she has the right to say she's tired from everybody else.She has the right to turn away, not to help, not to adore everyone.
She has a very sophisticated exterior, a mystery, and pretty dirty, sexy, so naked body-alike interior. This is something guys adore her for. Irresistible.