Yup...the nice guy. The charming, sweet, loving, well-mannered nice guy.
You know what they say: "Nice guys finish last."
Why do they say that? Well, it just might be true...
The nice guy. The damn nice guy. The one I always fall for. Well it's a crock. Truth is: nice guys aren't nice at all. They just don't have the stones to be a man. They are pussies. They play this game with you and buttercup you, making you think they are genuine and they care for you. But really they are just too lily-livered to to be men and say what they really think or feel.
No. That might hurt your feelings. Awww...and then they'd cry. What the fuck ever. I'm sorry, but I am completely okay with hurting someone's feelings. The truth is the truth. And if it hurts, well damn that's part of life. In case no one ever told you.
I fucking hate nice guys. I think that the nice guy, who is too afraid to tell you anything so he leads you on, is more of an asshole than that guy who is just a plain old outright asshole. At least the guy who is an asshole is man enough to be...well A MAN.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
the hurdle
It's been jumped. I jumped the hurdle. The 'Get Your Ass Back Out There' hurdle.
Dates :). First dates are the best. The flirting. The stories. The butterflies.
The art of the distraction. And hey, quite possibly the sexiest Army boy ever could have something to do with the distraction level >:). Gawd. I know. Army boys. Shit. Every girl has their something. Their kryptonite. Mine just so happens to be a combination of the Latino boys, and the military boys. Some women love firemen, some EMS, Cops, murses, whatever it is, there is that something that gets them everytime. Mine is military boys...preferably of the Latin variety. Lucky for me this is a military town...with more than a few of those oh so sexy Spanish-speaking-brown-eyed yummies.
Anyhoo... the move. Yup. Moving on. Someone new...well a couple someones (something from the norm {cam + Latin} and something a little different for a change). A girl's got a right to play the field a little, no? It's high time I get my ass out on the field and play it for all it's got :)
Dates :). First dates are the best. The flirting. The stories. The butterflies.
The art of the distraction. And hey, quite possibly the sexiest Army boy ever could have something to do with the distraction level >:). Gawd. I know. Army boys. Shit. Every girl has their something. Their kryptonite. Mine just so happens to be a combination of the Latino boys, and the military boys. Some women love firemen, some EMS, Cops, murses, whatever it is, there is that something that gets them everytime. Mine is military boys...preferably of the Latin variety. Lucky for me this is a military town...with more than a few of those oh so sexy Spanish-speaking-brown-eyed yummies.
Anyhoo... the move. Yup. Moving on. Someone new...well a couple someones (something from the norm {cam + Latin} and something a little different for a change). A girl's got a right to play the field a little, no? It's high time I get my ass out on the field and play it for all it's got :)
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