This is something I wrote for a think-tank that I belonged to. It's my thoughts on a single female friend of a friend, and the single life in general, & single chicks in general.
Certain chicks & the dicks they love.. I can't resist
stickin' my spoon into that thick bowl o'chowder. It's interesting how women & men respond differently to
the scent of desperation. To men
it smells like steaks on the grill, to women it smells like rotting
hamburger. Here’s my take on
that. Women tend to view
themselves with inappropriately low self-esteem, & therefore think that any
guy who comes on to “someone like me” must have something wrong with him. Men, on the other hand, tend to have an
inflated sense of self-esteem.
That leads them to be attracted to any woman that somehow “really gets
how awesome I am”.
This setup works very well for predatory men, & of
course, not so well for desperate women.
In the case of _____’s friend, it sounds like she’s also into
superficialities, which makes her particularly vulnerable to douche-bag dudes,
most of whom make sure to present themselves as GQ as possible. [And no, I’m not just saying that
because I possess, shall we say, “non-traditional good looks”. Lot’s of guys
who have nice clothes, and don’t have beer-buddhas, are great people.]
There is one explanation as to why her friend has had
nothing more than a string of bad relationships that no one has mentioned yet:
it’s possible that she’s just lame.
As a “good guy” who’s single, let me tell you: if you think Nickelback
rocks & Dane Cook is funny, there’s no way in hell I’m getting into a
serious relationship with you.
There are legions of single women out there that have horrible tastes in
everything & no real hobbies or interests. Of course, there are plenty of guys out there who fit that
description as well. They’re
pretty much the same type of playa’s your friend’s been fucking.
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