Pretty Girls

As a guy I felt kinda awkward posting this one.
But you know, when you think about it, well, really, yeah!

Pretty Girls

Had I been smarter in High School,
  I’d have stayed with you,
We’d have gone to local colleges,
  commuter dating on weekends,
  getting married after graduation,
I’d find a job at IBM or in the packing plant
  like most guys from our class,
Where after work there’d be time for my writing jones,
And on weekends or after you got home from work
  you would sew dresses and trade patterns
  with your coven of stitch ‘n bitch girl friends,
Then once every few months we’d stage a fashion show,
So you and they could parade like you love,
And I could enjoy all those boldly colored bolts
  artfully complimenting all those legs and arms and breasts and hairdo’s
  and Oh My God! That jewelry !
And this all because I realized,
  I love it when pretty girls dress up

Next, together we would have had a daughter
  who would sing Disney tunes
  over and over again in her kiddee car seat,
On her way to birthday parties, or to romp in school plays,
And on weekends or after school,
  she’d wear a pink princess dress with panty hose fairy wings,
  waving a magic tinfoil star wand,
And you and I, we would just overload on
  the precocious altruism of a moppets mind made manifest, 
And all this because I realized,
  I love it when pretty girls dress up

Then one Saturday, she’ll put on her long white gown,
  with the veil, holding flowers,
Standing before her best friends wrapped tight in fuchsia satin,
  all bound up with those too sizable silk bows in back,
Because she will have met a guy in High School
  who knew it doesn’t get any better than this,
Who didn’t keep trying endlessly to find himself,
  and who didn’t wait thirty five years to find you again,
And all this because he realizes,
   he loves it when pretty girls dress up