Priam
I have a confession--I am a reformed Nice Guy. For five years I was with a woman (correction: girl) who put up with my depressive needy ass, and she finally got the balls to call it quits--and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. All the time spent rolling around in my own suffering (which I always thought was for her sake, foolish me) finally came to an end. The question, at least, came to my mind: If all this effort I am taking to make her life completely without stress is not doing any good, why should I degrade and disrespect myself by doing it in the first place?
Today, I look forward to sex for sex's sake with a woman who's in it for the same reason, and I never, ever hide who I really am from anyone--not a boss, not a family member, not a woman. If there's a problem with that? You know where the door is--I'm not keeping you here, get the fuck out. I will not play your 'cute' little games and be subjected to your insecurities. You know what's great? Being single. You know what else is great? Not paying attention to your friends' gender. Anything I can say to my friends I can say to ALL of my friends.
It also bears mentioning that I 'counsel' Nice Guys these days when I see them. And by 'counsel' I mean 'kick in a vulnerable anatomical portion, metaphorically speaking, and continue until morale improves.'
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