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.
About Me
- valerific
- Colorado, United States
- I am a 27 year-old woman who is still trying to figure it out. Who am I? Well that's precisely what this blog is about. I am addicted to Diet Pepsi, and crafts...I swear I have hobby ADD, one week I'm crocheting, and the next I'm back to making cards. Medicine is both my passion and the thorn in my side. I have been known to take life WAY too seriously. I get lost in my own thoughts. I analyze everything... I've been through an awful lot in my 27 years. I get on philosophical tangents. I love antique stores and all the old things they contain: my favorite is ephemera. I love obscure words. I think nerds are sexy. Photography is my newest passion (especially the art of the pinup).
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