We Happened

I read this article from a blogger/plurker Marcelle and had smiled all throughout.

What Happened To All The Nice Guys?

 

I am a girl who likes bad boys. I have come to accept this. I tried to date a guy who I thought was nice. But he bored the hell out of me. So I know that I like men who are not good for me. There was The Gay, The Bald and The Married. Yep, that sounds like a really bad B porn movie. But it's true. Been there, done them. So I thought, hey why not change the guy that I like into someone who is the anti-thesis of whom I wanted. I dated someone who was not lean, who was not from my university, who was a computer tech major, an only child, and was predisposed to being an emo. 

 Disastrous right? And he always wanted to see me, listen to me, talk to me and all that. He has been scarred by a previous ex who was an even bigger user than I would have even been. But I guess I turned out to be an even bigger bitch than she was. It's because he felt hopeful when we were dating, I spoiled him a bit in the beginning by promising that with me things would be different. 

It's true what they say about how idiotic women are when it comes to the men they choose. We say we love you but in our head we are already either making alterations that need to be done or giving you excuses to be stay the way you are. Even if we can't stand it, we say, "I love you just the way you are." or that you are the sum of your imperfections and strengths. But it's not true. If you are really who we want to be with, we would have not settled with you. 

Okay, so I sound too mean right now. 

I honestly stopped asking this question and I am just 26. No I am not cynical. An ex cured me of that. Now I know being a hopeless romantic is not such a bad thing. It's like what I said, we all have imperfections the same way we have our own delusions. Mine is the belief that love has a place in the world. Some are short stories, others are blog posts long but there are others that become bestselling novels of love and romance conquering real world dilemmas. 

Women who are nice tend to ask this question even more. To them I say, "What happened to nice guys? They dated a bitch like me and decided that they can't be a gentleman and get to fuck their brains out at the same time." Yes, I would say that out loud. My friends, unfortunately, can attest to that. We have had many coffee pow-wows where the men behind us listen attentively to four women teaching each other what to do to our men and their men in bed and in life. 

I have tons of nice guy friends. And they have either gotten married to a nice girl and infantcipating, dating a bad girl and I can't tell him to break up with her because he would never believe me that she's a member of my tribe, licking his wounds because a girl he likes finally dated another guy who is either just like him or looks like some kinda model he can't compare too *cue emo songs*, or single and happy about being such. 

I don't know about them but I know that I want to be with someone who would be as adventurous as me, in bed and in life. But he needs to be an amalgam, a sporty guy who is also a geeky guy. Or someone who likes sports but also books, art and indie film. Someone who can kick back and relax cuddled up then be up to go hiking when the weather allows it. Someone who can explain soccer to me, understands baseball but can help me code my blog template and how to get a domain. 

But my Geeky jock is far from falling for someone like me. And so I can settle for us to have a bromance of sorts. 

So to nice guys, be careful when you date a girl from the AB Communication Arts course in UPLB. We are a ton of crazy and a pound of nuts. But if you are courageous enough and you have a clean bill of health, you can try to apply for residency. *winks*

Lovelots,

Recovering Crazy Elbizen Party Girl