I've come to realize that I am incredibly unlucky. I was given the curse of the "nice guy". I meet a girl, we start to hit it off, then it happens. *smack* The words that make me cringe. "You're a really great guy; you're smart and funny and cute, but I don't like you in that kinda way. We're just really great friends."
WTF?! Why does this happen every time? The curse; and of all the nice guy types, mine is the most painful. The confidant. Beautiful girls decide that I'm not bad to hang out with, and they tell me all of their secrets and wishes and worries and problems. They ask me if I love them, and if I think they're pretty. It's all mindgames. They don't like me. They like having someone they can turn to when their boyfriend dumps them. I rebuild their confidence, pick up the pieces, shoulder their burdens, and they go running back to some other guy.
Some deal. They get everything, I get nothing. I'm fed up with all of this. I don't want to be a therapist, I want to be a boyfriend. I'm not the spineless, wimpy nice guy either. I'm the "classic". The "respectful to those he loves, honest to those he meets, all wrapped up in a rugged yet handsome (so I'm told) exterior" nice guy. I curse and fight and do dumb things sometimes, but I'm always there to listen and say the right thing and help. Apparently, that doesn't mean anything.
About Me
- The Nullified Knight
- My name's Frank John Bortone. I'm 17, and a senior at St. Francis Xavier H.S. in Manhattan. I have a mild, unobtrusive form of ADD. I'm generally a nice guy, but if you cross me you should be worried.
2 comments:
Ouchies.
That sounds like a real fuckin' bitch of a predicament.
Hmm...How does one get out of that state?
I honestly don't know.
I'll get back to you on this one when I get more experience in life.
Don't worry, mate. You'll find someone, or she'll find you, whichever comes first. I know everyone tells you that and it makes you feel no better right now... but it's the truth, at least. :)
And there IS such a thing as girl who looks for and likes to date the "nice guys." I know they exist because I am one. It's only a matter of time before you catch one of your own.
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