The Frustration (GM-ish)

So...

Once upon a time there was this pair of sisters. Both are lovely. Both are periodic occurrances in the daily life of LGsinmyheart. The younger is about 7 and has a particular brand of sexy mischievousness about her. I've on occasion mentioned a GOM or two with her.

The older is about 13. Her blossoming pubescent body is many a hebephile's dream; her voice is sweet; and her pretty face, an image that inevitably leads you to want to close up on it and watch it for hours, maybe only interrupted by the occasional kiss.

But...

One of the greatest mysteries of girls, of every age, at that, but it would seem particularly true of tweens and teens, is how for the most of them, they seem to particularly choose the worst guys they could find.

So, this once, 13f, dressed in a tight enough jeans and a tight enough green top, was flirting with a couple of guys, one especially, but the description probably fits both of them: about 15, rather not-good-looking (imho)... and, well, maybe not the very last in the list, but certainly, guys that I would rather not see with any girl. Fortunately, dumb as the average teen boys are, they seemed not to realise that the words, body language and teasing, were really flirting. But as a GLer, LGsinmyheart immediately realised she was flirting with the guys.

And I was not happy, no sir.

She deserves better.

And it's all the worst because I would gladly take the bf vacancy. As I am sure many better guys than those two would...

But meh, it's not like I can just go and hit on her. As natural as that feels.

And yes, eventually the guy will realise she is hitting on him, and likely accept her advances, and sadly she will realise that he wasn't worth it when it's too late.

Life hurts, yep. But why does it have to hurt so much and so consistently??

It's frustrating to see it when you cannot prevent it.