Don't you find it odd how "nice" guys seem creepy? Is it their niceness that is so foreign to the female experience that has us wondering if they are "okay"? Are we so used to having the objects of our affections treat us like crap that when a nice guy comes along, the attraction detector barely squeaks out a faint bleep or goes completely dead? The whole cliche of girls liking bad guys is so distgustingly accurate even in it's most subtle form.
You can easily have a throng of guys who are "nice" and have their stuff together and are really not that unfortunate looking after you but they barely raise an eyebrow, let alone your blood pressure. You always find something wrong with them, some little insignificant excuse to explain your lack of attraction so that it makes the least bit of sense. But then a bastard of a man shows up all cocky and full of his own scent, slick as a snake and showing off his fangs and you just swoon and damn near lose your damn mind over him. Or he starts off great, interested in you, maybe standing a bit too close or grinding a bit too hard on the dance floor. A man who is smart, fine and got it together. Knows what exactly to say to you.
What is the difference? He exudes sex from his pores and you respond to it. A man so sexy he makes you hate your own boyfriend. But you know that there is a catch. And no matter what form it comes in, that catch is always the lack of committment, the propensity to slip and fall into other females' genitals, the periodic but always temporary allergy to telephones. He doesn't seem as skilled at caring for you the way those creepy nice blokes can.
You wonder if you were stranded at the airport at 2 a.m. in the morning and he was at a friend's house having a good time, would he really pick you up or offer to call you a cab? Would he be as willing as Nice McCreepy to take care of you when you're sick, fly across the country to see you on the weekend or help you move into your new place.
But it never fails does it. You still want that guy who calls you once a month for ten minutes just to keep you tethered. You know, in case he has a dry spell or eventually wants to settle with a 'nice' girl.
Nice girls always end up bitter. All girls always end up hurt. And yet she can't get him off her mind. she never knew she could care so deeply about someone she honestly, truly hated. she hates him so much, the feeling is like a poison in her blood. But what is frightening is that she thinks she may be in love with him. And she's never been in love before. Aside from me, she the most cynical person about love i know. But i think while she was sleeping, she fell into it. Well, what do you know?
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Hmmm, have you been reading my mind??
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