They looked just as sleazy as these dudes, it was like hearing a public figure you support did or said something really asinine. You’re making a whole lot of judgements based on your ideas of who these people are without actually seeing them together.
You literally have no idea what their relationship is like, what they talk about or what they do when you’re not around.
Thus far, we still are at the point of my shrugging my shoulders and saying “… ” Because all we have is that don’t like these dudes.
But you’re ascribing a whole lot of weirdness to someone who’s being straightforward with you. Or maybe they were the types who’d hang out in the alleyway doing needles or the like and I was better off without them. Because “think you’re cool and attractive and maybe want to kiss” sounds like a pretty good reason to be hot for someone.
Nope, turns out they were perfectly on the up and up with everybody else and genuinely hot for me, but not for the reasons I ever would have wanted. Now back then I was so fucking depressed and messed up in the head that I knew I was not ready for any sort of relationship.
So scrub up, snap on the gloves and put on your gown. When I found PUA back when I was 19 back in 2005, it was like learning Santa Claus wasn’t real. I was never a social butterfly, so I never really gave much notice to the people around me or who they dated, it was just okay, “A is going out with B, big deal.” Wasn’t any of my business back then and I had enough problems of my own. But deep down I had faith that good people chose their partners simply because they liked them for who they were, or they were honestly attracted to them, no tricks or anything required. some kooky internet crap akin to Alex Chiu’s claims of giving you eternal life or the dollar bill being a lizard people prophecy of the Mayans, I refer you back to Ross Jeffries’ “Speed Seduction” method.
but then I simply resigned myself to maybe this talk of nice guys being shafted is correct.
I’m wondering if this was her flirting or her finding another way to tease you because of how much it wigged you out. You aren’t coming across as the most reliable narrator, bro.
Shit, I remember at one point I found her on Facebook years later out of curiosity, and she’s into that whole fixing the bad boy thing.These are the times when it’s time to head to the lab, see what’s on the slab, and then get elbow deep in it’s guts to see where things went wrong. More often than not, it calls for a mix of tough love and a liberal application of The Chair Leg of Truth. Once you get past a time when being marriage was less of a way of sealing contracts or property exchanges and people started marrying for love and companionship, that’s exactly how it works.But at the end: we’ll understand what went wrong and what it’s going to take for things to work next time. There’s been a lot that’s been bothering me about the whole Nice Guy/Asshole thing for well over a decade. The world got by with people hooking up, having sex and having kids long before Ross Jeffries thought saying “blow me” in an oddly stilted way could get him head. I first thought it was a load of bullshit, Not entirely wrong.You have access to a teeny, tiny part of their lives and have constructed an elaborate theory based on jack and shit. My own experiences with romance, for lack of a better word, came to the forefront too.I remember how one of those captain of the cheerleader squad and I were casual acquaintances, and the more time we spent together, she once thought it was funny as hell to sic her scuzzy asshole friends on me and make my life a living hell.Even in school, a few of my dear fellow male classmates liked how baby-faced I looked back then and groped me more than a few times.