This is what I dont understand... Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else then where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging.
Let me ask you were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrilling, compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet, and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call .. and if you were to recieve a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediatly call your friends and tell them of the “stalker chick” you’d met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this “nice girl” who you just cannot seem to find?
Because therein lies the truth, guys.. we nice girls are everywhere.(= But you’re not looking for a nice girl. You’re not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that arguement you keep having with your father; you’re looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.=))
So don’t say you’re on the lookout for the nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise; sometimes when that girl in the low cut skirt or the too tight mini skirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at a nice girl in whore’s clothing...
we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we’re all thinking the same thing.“This isnt me. Tomorrow morning I’ll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts. I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me!” You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the freaking slut who welcomes those advances. You don’t want the nice girl...so dont say you’re looking for a relationship - relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend - but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty, and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.
& this is for Rahu who said Nice guys always finish last.. Yes,maybe “nice guys finish last”, but in the race they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easytargets .. the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug, hoping against hope that maybe you’ll realize that they’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting, however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat.
I'm done,
Right, weifeng?
