The talking legs

I sat down last night with a friend. Now, I will give this friend a short introduction: she is everything you would want to be if you were a woman. She is gorgeous (her legs in comparison to mine may have well have grown on a model), very intelligent, funny, and she loves things that many men love such as gaming and football. She literally has it all...or so I thought.
We live in a university house, and by we I mean three girls. Two of us have boyfriends, and you have probably guessed by now that the girl that this blog is about doesn't. The weekend just gone, both boyfriends of the girls who have them came down to visit them. It was a wonderful weekend for us however, I feel like we lost something somewhere along the weekend.
On Sunday night, after my boyfriend had gone, this girl (and her lovely legs) sat on my bed, and summoning up all her courage, actually admitted to herself (and me) that "it would be nice to have someone." The thing that bothered me the most was the fact that she didn't seem to want to admit it, why not? Why do intelligent and independent women feel the need to want to be alone all the time? Just because you are independent has suddenly turned into an instant sentence to be alone...but why?
Last night I sat in my room and this girl walked in. She sat on my bed and finally cracked. Talking about men and boys as most women do, she told me that she was always the one who was ignored in her group of friends and I understood. She said that she had once been bigger than she was and (very attractively) started telling me how she used to be able to fit a coin through the gap between her two front teeth. Those ghosts seemed to be still bothering her and she still hasn't come to terms with the fact her hair has grown out, her legs are longer, her face is clear and that she isn't a larger girl anymore. It just seemed funny to me, that like Gok Wan used to say to women, you don't see yourself for what you really are. I felt like shaking her as I told her she was gorgeous...but then she said something that struck a nerve: "It would be lovely to hear it for once. I have never been given a compliment." Inside I started screaming!!!! What?!?!?!? Why not?!?!
I see girls wandering around pandering after boys, forcing compliments and eventually through the power of sex, getting what they want. Why has it come to pass that independent women do not receive any compliments?  Is it because men are too afraid to give them compliments? Is it because people don't think that independent women don't need compliments? I am not saying by any stretch of the imagination that a woman needs a man to validate her, but I am just saying that it might be nice for her and all the independent women to receive a compliment today. So if you know one, please do...
Odds are tonight they may be in tears on their friends bed, convincing themselves that they are doomed to be alone forever, because no one notices them, or appreciates them...