What happnd to all da nice guys in da world.. ??(especially for galzz)

What happened to all the nice guys?



The answer is simple: you did.



See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were f*****g treated you.



At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.



Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"



Well, once again, you did.



You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.



Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.



So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:



1.) Build a time machine.


2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your a**.


3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.



I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.



If you were five years younger.



So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've f****d yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't want you, now.



Sincerely,
A Recovering Nice Guy

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Kitessss..

I could watch kites fly for hours..
Up in the sky... Free..
Dancing in the wind.. with no worries..

Like two lovers...
They meet...
They fight...
They embrace...
They almost become one...

But...,
Its not the will of the kites..
that makes them fly.. Dance in the sky..

'cause.. someone else always holds the strings..

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From the girl's heart....

He fell in love with a stranger
he hadnt even seen her face
People said it wouldnt work.
But he knew better :)

Then one day it all crashed down
And what was real... didnt feel like a dream anymore.
And what was a dream... it didnt' feel real anymore.
she gave words, he took them to heart.


One promise, one lie, one empty word
he thought that's how it worked out
his thoughts went uncorrected and unheard.

He showed her a path, but he bit back what he said
She felt it was not the one where her footsteps should fall
Expectedly, she was losing her head.

Still he said he loved her, and she felt it true
She thought there were rights they can exercise.
But strangers without faces cant share the same
Life with people that feel death and demise

He wasnt wrong, but he wasnt right either
She couldnt strike a balance that he already had
She was a person of extremes, happiest of happiest.
And maddened by grief when she was sad.

One promise, one fallacy that he made
But never kept, and that was what broke her heart
Over and over again, she got up through that same
Only to be shot down in the second part.

She cut herself with cookie knives
Just to see how much it would bleed
She thought it would lessen the agony
Physical pain is what she'd need.

She was so weak; she couldnt let it out
She felt it was her burden alone to bear
She couldnt talk to him because it didnt make sense.
He was right, no argument there.

She kept it all in; it was written in mind and soul.
Secret pains on paper that was later burned to ashes.
She wasnt strong enough. She KNEW she was insane.
Everytime she thought of him, tears clung to her lashes.

Love was what she felt, at its wildest possible end.
So engulfed was she, she forgot it comes with harsh hurt
He knew what he shouldnt have done
And that one promise bit the dirt.

That one promise made over and over again
By a faceless stranger whose despair she couldnt read.
She is so vulnerable, he used to tell her. True because
She broke down with expectations of need.

He couldnt give her what she hoped for.
She just wanted him to not go astray.
He hated the interference and lashed out with a word.
A word that still breaks her heart till today.

She fell in love with a friend, a man
Someone whom she relied on more than herself.
She felt it was everything eventhough she hadnt "seen"
Faceless stranger, he called himself.

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