Girls are like Apples on Trees
June 26, 2007 by Sasha Manuel
Filed under Relationships
Here’s for the single women who are down and out about their singleness.
Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don’t want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they’re amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who’s brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
borrowed from megan
Nice thought, eh?
This is so incredibly true! Thanks so much for sharing it– I’ll be sharing it with some single friends.
Wow, that is such a good comparison. Apples taste great in a pie, and so do girls!!! Mmmm… girl-pie!
aw… modding…put it up, go on!
Kinda just seems like a way to help single women feel less depressed. What if the apple is fat? Or stupid?
That is so incredibly tru…… actually, no. Complete bull. Apples on the tree aren’t better at the top, they all grow equally. And just like girls, just because one looks better on the outside, it doesn’t mean it’s good on the inside, which is really what matters. As for the apples at the top of the tree, all you need is a tool; an apple picker! Then you can get whichever one you want. Just like girls; the ones that think too highly of themselves really aren’t worth the effort, and in the end will probably just end up with a tool.
that’s such crap. all pretty girls want to do in this world is to further reinforce that they are superior (in their own mind) when ordinary girls are not only more interesting, they are more approachable, smart, less self-centered, and actually give a damn about other people.
Dont get me wrong, not all are like that. but many are. i’ve dated a few, then wondered why i even bothered.
Yeah, it’s pretty much true. We’ve reached for the top apples and fallen so many times.
Mardi, some of the rotten apples are just too rotten
I think it’s true even though the apples grow and ripen evenly, the ones out of reach always seem better because you have to put in effort to reach them. It’s not about them, it’s about how you react to them. I’m proud to be the boy who climbed the tree, not for the prettiest, but the smartest, the funniest, and the most caring.
mmmmm apples
I was probably one of those “ordinary” girls; I was approachable and less self-centered, caring completely, and all through my school years, from elementary through most of college, I was “the guy’s best friend.” They were buddy-buddy with me, talked about their girl problems with me, but never were interested in more than friendship.
I was more comfortable around guys than girls; I wasn’t a frilly, girly-girl. I could talk about things that guys liked. I could look them in the eye (you wouldn’t believe how many of my friends would freak out about how to look a guy in the eye!).
Some of them probably wanted girly-girls to start with, but now guys tell me that I’m the ideal girl, because I actually enjoy action movies and watching hockey. My husband and I don’t argue about what to watch on TV because we like the same shows, and I very rarely need to see a “chick-flick.”
I think some (not all, mind you) guys want to start out with the “bad” girls, and then after playing the field, they can find someone to “bring home to mom.”
The poem was really just a sentiment, a metaphor. Maybe it’s not true in all cases, but it certainly can be. Not all men or women are the same, but it can be applicable to some.
Whenever I’ve gotten this same email for the 50millionth time, there was a second part that went:
Men are like grapes, you have to stomp on them to have something acceptable to have dinner with.
Apples have no choice in where they’re placed- girls do.
If you intentionally make yourself unavailable just to test the boys, don’t be too surprised to find the only boy you get wanders off for yet another game after he scores you.
CAN YOU LADIES DEFINE ROTTN WOMEN -APPLE- THAT YOU THINK WE PICK BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO EASY .
INFACT WE DONOT PICK BAD APPLE BECAUSE THEY ARE BAD UNLESS YOU THINK WE ARE STUPED .
AND YOU -GOOD APPLE – WHEN SOMEONE PICKS YOU DO YOU BECOME ROTTEN BECAUSE A GUY PICKED YOU ,AND GUYS PICK BADAPPLE AS YOU SAID .
IF YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT BEAUTY BEING THEY GOOD APPLE YOU ARE SO WONG LADY .
FILLY MISS HIGH ABOVR THE SKY LADY , NOONE SITES THAT HIGH BUT GOD SO COME DOWN TO EARTH AND LIVE WITH REAL PEPOLE INSTED OF FILLING YOUR HEAD-IF YOU HAVE ONE – WILL ALL THAT MYTH .
This is about how God made all girls beautiful, but the “rotten apples” are the ones who chose to give themselves away instead of saving themselves for their husband. The “good apples” are those who are pure and beautiful. They may have messed up, but have realized it and asked for forgiveness. They are truly beautiful in every way. And there will be a guy whose heart is taken by one of these women, and the more he strives for her, the more he strives for God. If he wants her with everything in Him and himself, God will bless them. Hopefully, many of the “rotten apples” will see this and chose to better themselves in God.
THAT is the point.
yeah, this is bullshit. those ones that you say are at the top and think that there’s something wrong with them . . . those are the stupid PRINCESSES who are unreachable because they think that nobody is good enough for them. now yes, those ones that are ‘easy’ aren’t worth your time either . . . you have to wait for the ones that are grounded AND have good self-respect.
girls dont even bother looking up the guy tree…. they just pick up the ones that are half buried in dirt and decomposed….
lolol
least there are guys that are willing to climb the tree.
I would have agreed with this 30 years ago when I saw very pretty girls in high school with no date. Today at 46 I know these females had an all too cocky attitude about how great they were and better than anyone, and they wanted to be seen with the jocks and other popular folks. Know where they all are today? Frumpy, overweight, single or divorced, a few kids, living in a trailer park in Victorville.