Something I stumbled upon reading, thought I should share.
Is there any feeling worse than the feeling of being rejected? Maybe not rejected, but dumped, which is rejection‘s first cousin. I think I would rather put my dog’s shock collar on and bark like crazy or have my hemorrhoids removed with a hot laser without any anesthetic than date someone for six months, get dumped, and then mope around for six more until the replacement comes along that’s as good as or better than the last one. That’s what real torture is, am I wrong?
This is not a whiny “why do nice guys never get the girl” type of post, but all you friend zone fools would benefit from reading it. It also doesn’t apply to those of you who are ugly, to be politically incorrect about it. Being ugly is a choice you make. If you have made that choice, then make a different one. Before you start whining about not being able to find anyone, look in the mirror and make a commitment to change what you see. If you’re fat, get your fat ass on the treadmill. And go on a diet. They’ve got the Atkins Diet, the South Beach Diet, the Slim Fast Diet, and they’re all over the Wal-Mart bookshelves. I prefer the don’t-eat-so-much diet, but hey, you’ve got plenty of options. If your skin is blotchy, take some medicine, they’ve got some good ones. And while you’re at it, wash the red dye out of your hair and take off the black fingernail polish. Teeth whitener. Get some clothes that fit, some that were manufactured this century. Not enough money? Get a job. Hey, no one said it would happen overnight.
You can be your own person and express yourself how ever you want to, but if you want something better, then you better start with your appearance. You’ll look better, which will make you feel better, and you’re nuts if you think self-confidence doesn’t play a major role in this. Now enough about that.
This is for those of us who can get the girl, maybe even sleep with her, but just can’t seem to keep her for very long. Why? Pay attention nice guys. It’s because we’re trying too hard!
The first thing we have to remember is that everything is a game. Everything. War is a game, business is a game, and yes, love is a game. What do all of these “games” have in common? Strategy. You have to have a strategy to accomplish what you want in life. I know it’s hard to swallow, and I can hear you reading this and sobbing, “But I’m tired of the games boo hoo hoo.” Get over it. Learn to play and win, or don’t learn to play and lose. It’s your choice.
Now let me prove it to you. Ever had someone who liked you that you weren’t that interested in? How did you act? Did you pace the floor wondering what she was doing? Did you grill her about where she was last night, and why she didn’t answer your 18th text message? No! You sat around playing Ghost Recon on your XBOX 360 and ignored her phone call because your were owning everyone on XBOX Live. Maybe when you took a break to take a piss, you called her back. But maybe you forgot. Now she’s calling your friends and family to make sure that you haven’t been in an accident, and she’s so happy to hear from you when you finally do call her that she doesn’t even mind being blown off the night before. Of course, she might ***** you out, but that’s only because she cares about you. Am I exaggerating? Of course I am. But you get the point. Were you being a jerk? Maybe a little, I guess it depends on who you ask. But now you’ve got her eating out of your hand because you’re making her wonder, instead of doing all of the worrying yourself. This is how you act when you’re with someone who you don’t really like or want to be with, and chances are she’s going to stay around until you either break up with her yourself or completely blow her off. On a personal note, I don’t recommend blowing anyone off because we all know how bad that feels. Be a man and do the dirty work. (Women, you need to extend us the same courtesy instead of blowing us off too!)
Now let’s move on to when you meet someone you do like. You go on that first date, you really hit it off, and by third date she’s at your house wearing your favorite t-shirt smoking a cigarette after some of the best sex you’ve had in a while. You see her just about every day after that, you introduce her to your mom, and you forget your friends’ phone numbers, unless of course you’re calling to talk about this great girl you just met. You’re always laughing when she’s around, and you both spend hours talking about the way you met, and how you finally got the courage to walk up and talk to her. You are in heaven, and you’re thinking to yourself (privately, of course) that this time, you hit the jackpot. You have FINALLY found the one for you. When she calls, you pick up on the first ring, completely neglecting your friends on XBOX Live, and leaving your teammates hanging while you die repeatedly because you’re just standing there AFK (That’s away from keyboard to all you non-gamers out there).
Then one night you go out to a club (where she wants to go, of course), and she seems distant. You try to play it off, but it’s eating you alive. You try to get close to her, but she side-steps you . Oh no! You fight the urge, but the suspense is killing you. “What’s wrong, are you mad at me, are you okay?” Pick one, because they all mean the same thing, which is “do you still like me wah wah.” You call her at work the next day, as soon as she gets there, and she still seems to be acting strange. You suggest getting together after she gets off, but she gives you some lame excuse that you know she would have put off less than three days ago just to spend time with you. Now you’re really starting to worry, and here come the questions. What’s going on with us? What’s the matter? Oh God, you’re dying a slow death. The next day she ignores your phone calls, and when she finally does call you she makes it very clear early on that getting together is out of the question. The same thing happens the day after and the day after. All day long you sit around wondering what’s going on, if she would only give you some sign that everything is okay. You try to play XBOX, but you aren’t really into it, and now you’re the one who’s getting owned instead of dominating like you usually do. You send her a myspace message, asking her why she has taken you off of her top friends list, and why she has been ignoring your phone calls, and that you would still like to get together soon so please call when you get this message. See where this is going? She messages you back saying that she doesn’t want to be with you anymore, because she is still in love with her ex boyfriend (the one she broke up with for you in the first place). She hopes you understand and that you can still be friends. Game. Set. Match. It’s all over but the crying.
Now what if you had taken strategy A with girl B? I have written so much already that I won’t outline all of the finer points of the two strategies, but by now you should be able to figure them out for yourself. If you took the first strategy with the second girl, she would probably be over at your house right now (if you felt like it) and she would be watching you dominate on the XBOX 360, talking trash to the other chumps who can’t hang. Instead you’re reading a love & relationships post while you wait for your latest crush to message you back and tell you that she is still in love with her ex.
Girls don’t want us to be jerks, they want us to be men, so act like one, and not a love-sick puppy dog. For all those “nice guys” out there who can’t understand why the jerks get all the girls, remember this: It’s not because they are jerks, it’s because jerks understand the game, and they know how to play it.
Is there any feeling worse than the feeling of being rejected? Maybe not rejected, but dumped, which is rejection‘s first cousin. I think I would rather put my dog’s shock collar on and bark like crazy or have my hemorrhoids removed with a hot laser without any anesthetic than date someone for six months, get dumped, and then mope around for six more until the replacement comes along that’s as good as or better than the last one. That’s what real torture is, am I wrong?
This is not a whiny “why do nice guys never get the girl” type of post, but all you friend zone fools would benefit from reading it. It also doesn’t apply to those of you who are ugly, to be politically incorrect about it. Being ugly is a choice you make. If you have made that choice, then make a different one. Before you start whining about not being able to find anyone, look in the mirror and make a commitment to change what you see. If you’re fat, get your fat ass on the treadmill. And go on a diet. They’ve got the Atkins Diet, the South Beach Diet, the Slim Fast Diet, and they’re all over the Wal-Mart bookshelves. I prefer the don’t-eat-so-much diet, but hey, you’ve got plenty of options. If your skin is blotchy, take some medicine, they’ve got some good ones. And while you’re at it, wash the red dye out of your hair and take off the black fingernail polish. Teeth whitener. Get some clothes that fit, some that were manufactured this century. Not enough money? Get a job. Hey, no one said it would happen overnight.
You can be your own person and express yourself how ever you want to, but if you want something better, then you better start with your appearance. You’ll look better, which will make you feel better, and you’re nuts if you think self-confidence doesn’t play a major role in this. Now enough about that.
This is for those of us who can get the girl, maybe even sleep with her, but just can’t seem to keep her for very long. Why? Pay attention nice guys. It’s because we’re trying too hard!
The first thing we have to remember is that everything is a game. Everything. War is a game, business is a game, and yes, love is a game. What do all of these “games” have in common? Strategy. You have to have a strategy to accomplish what you want in life. I know it’s hard to swallow, and I can hear you reading this and sobbing, “But I’m tired of the games boo hoo hoo.” Get over it. Learn to play and win, or don’t learn to play and lose. It’s your choice.
Now let me prove it to you. Ever had someone who liked you that you weren’t that interested in? How did you act? Did you pace the floor wondering what she was doing? Did you grill her about where she was last night, and why she didn’t answer your 18th text message? No! You sat around playing Ghost Recon on your XBOX 360 and ignored her phone call because your were owning everyone on XBOX Live. Maybe when you took a break to take a piss, you called her back. But maybe you forgot. Now she’s calling your friends and family to make sure that you haven’t been in an accident, and she’s so happy to hear from you when you finally do call her that she doesn’t even mind being blown off the night before. Of course, she might ***** you out, but that’s only because she cares about you. Am I exaggerating? Of course I am. But you get the point. Were you being a jerk? Maybe a little, I guess it depends on who you ask. But now you’ve got her eating out of your hand because you’re making her wonder, instead of doing all of the worrying yourself. This is how you act when you’re with someone who you don’t really like or want to be with, and chances are she’s going to stay around until you either break up with her yourself or completely blow her off. On a personal note, I don’t recommend blowing anyone off because we all know how bad that feels. Be a man and do the dirty work. (Women, you need to extend us the same courtesy instead of blowing us off too!)
Now let’s move on to when you meet someone you do like. You go on that first date, you really hit it off, and by third date she’s at your house wearing your favorite t-shirt smoking a cigarette after some of the best sex you’ve had in a while. You see her just about every day after that, you introduce her to your mom, and you forget your friends’ phone numbers, unless of course you’re calling to talk about this great girl you just met. You’re always laughing when she’s around, and you both spend hours talking about the way you met, and how you finally got the courage to walk up and talk to her. You are in heaven, and you’re thinking to yourself (privately, of course) that this time, you hit the jackpot. You have FINALLY found the one for you. When she calls, you pick up on the first ring, completely neglecting your friends on XBOX Live, and leaving your teammates hanging while you die repeatedly because you’re just standing there AFK (That’s away from keyboard to all you non-gamers out there).
Then one night you go out to a club (where she wants to go, of course), and she seems distant. You try to play it off, but it’s eating you alive. You try to get close to her, but she side-steps you . Oh no! You fight the urge, but the suspense is killing you. “What’s wrong, are you mad at me, are you okay?” Pick one, because they all mean the same thing, which is “do you still like me wah wah.” You call her at work the next day, as soon as she gets there, and she still seems to be acting strange. You suggest getting together after she gets off, but she gives you some lame excuse that you know she would have put off less than three days ago just to spend time with you. Now you’re really starting to worry, and here come the questions. What’s going on with us? What’s the matter? Oh God, you’re dying a slow death. The next day she ignores your phone calls, and when she finally does call you she makes it very clear early on that getting together is out of the question. The same thing happens the day after and the day after. All day long you sit around wondering what’s going on, if she would only give you some sign that everything is okay. You try to play XBOX, but you aren’t really into it, and now you’re the one who’s getting owned instead of dominating like you usually do. You send her a myspace message, asking her why she has taken you off of her top friends list, and why she has been ignoring your phone calls, and that you would still like to get together soon so please call when you get this message. See where this is going? She messages you back saying that she doesn’t want to be with you anymore, because she is still in love with her ex boyfriend (the one she broke up with for you in the first place). She hopes you understand and that you can still be friends. Game. Set. Match. It’s all over but the crying.
Now what if you had taken strategy A with girl B? I have written so much already that I won’t outline all of the finer points of the two strategies, but by now you should be able to figure them out for yourself. If you took the first strategy with the second girl, she would probably be over at your house right now (if you felt like it) and she would be watching you dominate on the XBOX 360, talking trash to the other chumps who can’t hang. Instead you’re reading a love & relationships post while you wait for your latest crush to message you back and tell you that she is still in love with her ex.
Girls don’t want us to be jerks, they want us to be men, so act like one, and not a love-sick puppy dog. For all those “nice guys” out there who can’t understand why the jerks get all the girls, remember this: It’s not because they are jerks, it’s because jerks understand the game, and they know how to play it.
