Rhymes with pucks

It’s difficult being the person who has an ear for listening, a shoulder to lean on, and an answer for everything. Like family, you’re there for them when they need you, because you feel like it’s genetically-ingrained inside yourself.

But, sometimes you don’t want to be someone’s friend for the reason that you want them to be something else.

For example, they ramble on (while you nod your head) about their boyfriends/girlfriends, their exes, their sex life, their family problems, their pets, their jobs, their home, etc., and then you start to wonder what they look like under their clothes, if their legs are flexible enough to reach your shoulders, and whether or not they like it quick and nasty.

They don't even realize you're not paying attention and their only reaction occurs when they ask you why you're looking at them strangely.

You come up with some lame excuse, begin to nod in agreement to their selfish discourse, and don’t do anything because you’re afraid of what their reaction will be, even though it would be interesting to see if they appreciate being thrown on a raggedy, wooden table at the coffee shop, squishing their danish on their backside while you attempt to tear the clothes off their bodies.

It never happens, though, and it rhymes with pucks.