[nakaw lang 'to kay Drew, pero super aliw siya. and very true. so, yeah, i suggest to all guys, repost, and to all girls, read. and reread. kung di ka tamaan ng malakas, tumawa ng malakas. :p]
Ever wonder, "what happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were f*cking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an a$$hole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:
1.) Build a time machine. 2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass. 3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
If you were five years younger.
So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've f*cked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the sh!t and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't f*cking want you, now.
right now i pretty much had everything i ever wanted, just not on christmas. 'course, i don't get to keep any of it, but at least i had it. (i think.)
if you asked me what i want for the year though, let's just start with me getting a 1400 or higher on my SATs. yes, i'm taking the SATs - i'm concerned about my future, surprisingly enough. and not so surprisingly, i'm getting fucked up over college. where, when, how, WHY. people are saying i'll be doing great. but i'm imagining more along the lines of "high school nerd that can't getting into college the right way." i want the scholarships, i want the pinag-aagawang acceptance, i want the offers, i want thw world. just that i have no idea how to get to that point. i have no information, no initiative. and it doesn't help that my parents are not supportive in the least. not in the fucking least. their consciousness and framework of thinking follows the pattern of "maghanap ka na nga ng pupuntahan so we can kick you out already!" yes, i shall resent them forever; gago sila and i don't have to be an arrogant bastard to say that. :|
The social stratosphere, known as "Sai," is divided into various levels with unclear definitions and changing gradients. No one unit can be strictly classified into one sector, because classification relies on an entire set of qualitative arbitrary factors:
mapherah - true economic status mapheque - assumed economic status matern - definitive habitation makadha - the groups a unit frequents maiquau - fame/infamy among other units maiyuno - attainment maighawyn - interests and skills
Mapherah, mapheque, and maiyuno are measurable by qualitative degree, while matern is binary - "xet" or "nit." Makadha, maiquau, and maghawyn descriptions are ever-changing but remain almost consistent for different points of view. This gives us, partially, the first axiom of Sai, which states that:
"For all units, Sai is subjective, ever-changing, and uncertain."