For those of you that think my posts have been a little filthy, a little dirty, perhaps a little randy…
I apologize because its about to get worse.
Woman might not get much from this. And I’m sorry.
I know I don’t speak for a lot of people, but I know for some, this might hold true. You know who you are. Were bros. And I’m talking to men in this. Although women might get something out of it too.
I am a schmuck who was born with a conscience.
I’m a schmuck who was born with sensitivity for the world around me.
I’m not the only guy; there are a lot of them. But were still a minority.
Now, the mistake a lot of people make about us, is that were men with sensitivity, and have a conscience- that were an easy touch. And, you can fuck with us. That might be true in certain stages of our life. But, one great thing about being the guys we are, is, that we do get smarter. And the smarter we get, the more we relate and interact with in intelligence, the more we relate to the world around us. And you know, go, ahh it all makes sense to me know right?
So hopefully we get smarter.
What I’m about to talk about is about women as well. This is about guys like me.
The conscience, the intelligence, you know, we stick with things, we work our fuckin asses of. We get it, we see it. And we do it because we can’t really see anything else.
We continue to pull or fucking weight. And no matter what life throws at us, we push forward. Were not perfect, were temperamental, were sometimes depressed, sometimes were just tired of the fucking world, and we want to kick back.
So, my kind of guy, is the guy that woman used to see in her peripheral vision. But really, she wanted to fuck rock stars, and she wanted to fuck football players, and she wanted to fuck the bad boys right?
And what do I mean by bad boy, I mean a guy who’s a sociopath basically. He has no conscience, so he can fuck all these women and it doesn’t matter to him. And people will say, ‘wow, doesn’t it bother you breaking all those peoples hearts?’ and what does he say? ‘What the fuck you talkin about man? Its just pussy.’
As I move around in the world, and when I was in high school, there is a certain type of woman who, idk, maybe they were prom queens, maybe they were at one time the homecoming queen, idk. But they wanted to bang the rock stars and all those guys.
And, guys like us they didn’t notice. For all intents and purposes, they didn’t see us. And that’s the way it goes. And I get it.
So lets cut to the present day, Things change, suddenly the guy that was on the outskirts who was trying his best, and trying to bust through, who was really taking some chances, suddenly this guys world explodes into puddles of success.
And, what’s going on with our beauty queen? Well, she fucked her rock star, and then he went away, for whatever reason. She fucked the football players. And then those guys turned out to be, not what she was expecting.
She thought that maybe if she fucked them all real good, they would hang around. And she fucked all the bad boys and, and of course those guys are going to say, ‘well, thanks a lot bitch. Leave the key under the mat, and maybe I’ll come by and service you again.’
And suddenly there like, shocked. ‘Omg, how dare you.’ But they continue to fuck them, because they figure ‘while I’m doing that, I’m going to get some love from this guy’, and it never happens.
Well, life becomes very frustrating for our prom queen, and then what does she do?
She finally kind of casts her gaze to the direction of guys like us. And she says ‘Oh, well, he is really successful, and not only that, he is so sensitive, and he is sexy, and I really feel protected by a guy like that. I want that now.’
Oh do you?
You want what now? You want to have the Mr. sensitivity. I thought you wanted the rock stars and all that. ‘Well people change’
Yes they do.
Now, one of the things that changes, is, as our prom queen becomes more aware of life and recognizes that she can fuck all the rock stars and bad boys and football players in the world, and there not going to love her anymore because there limited.
She realizes that this guy in the outskirts, the guy working his ass off. Raking through and doing great things. All of the sudden he is in the headlines. She wants some of that. And she rushes forward to embrace that man.
However, one thing that hasn’t changed about our prom queen is, she still only thinks about herself. She still thinks about what she needs, and what she wants and all of that. And how wonderful its all going to be when she gets what she wants. And so she doesn’t see that there isn’t a whole lot different between the guys in the low life, and say the football players and the bad boys (that’s going to inherit his parents money anyway) and the fuckin rock stars. She realizes there not very different.
Guys like me, we wanna fuck too. Cause were men. And we like to fuck. And we have met in our lives women who like to fuck.
And so the prom queen comes running at us, ‘oh, you are so sensitive, and I really want you in my life, and I love you.’ the guy says ‘oh ya, that’s really cool, I love you too.’
So then you get down to the business of, which you figure you better get down to. Which is the romantic part. Which is the fucking.
But something happens, she sort of puts her hand up and says, ‘wait a minute. I value myself you see, and there is a certain way to treat me. And there is a certain way that I am. And there is a certain way I need to be.’ and your just ‘ok, so what is that?’ So she says ‘well, before you get to fuck me, or, before you fuck me more, or before I fuck you good, you have to really come to the table with your commitment. And you have to really come to the table with your love, and really come to the table with your respect for me.’
So suddenly there is all these very interesting niches to this. And it wouldn’t be so bad, except for one thing.
None of that shit she laid on the rock star or the football player or the bad boys. Those guys she just fucked. And they didn’t have any rules or regulations on how to treat her.
Because she had this enlightenment, and because she has figured out how to be treated as a woman. She will go back and take a look at the schmuck that she didn’t pay any attention to, but now he’s got some status, now he’s got some power in the world, now he’s got some money, And she just wants to be in his life she is going to be his lover etc. etc. etc.
And how lucky we are to finally have the prom queen cast her gaze in our direction and be in our life. However, she is not going to fuck you like she fucked the rock star and the football players, and the bad boys. Which is every which way but loose. Which is like anytime they crawled thought the window they could have it.
No no no, she’s learned all this respect for herself.
So what does this have to do with you and me? Well, how bout that man. Not a fuckin’ thing.
It is not that we want to take advantage of her. Because we do have a conscience. That sets us apart form those jackasses.
It is not that we don’t love her. Because we have the ability to love. That sets us apart from those guys too.
It is not that were not gonna be there for her. cause we will be. Always.
She just doesn’t see any of that because she is so self absorbed. She doesn’t see that we are men. Those guys were not men. They were psychopaths, they were sociopaths, and they were mama’s boys and daddy’s boys. They were little boys is what they were.
She doesn’t recognize that now that she has a man in her life she doesn’t have to necessarily get out a ruler and underline all the clauses in the contract that you have to adhere to before she fucks you. As good as she fucked all those other guys. But she doesn’t know that.
She just knows she got burned, and she sure isn’t interested really in seeing who you are, she just sort of on the edge knows in a general sense, your a different animal man.
You’re a nice guy.
Oh well, we all know what that is right? Guys like us. You call us nice guys you better fuckin’ run. I mean, you better fuckin run for the hills. Because we had the nice guy thing all our lives and it hasn’t gotten us very far. People who call you a nice guy are most likely getting ready to jab a shank in your back. So anybody that calls me a nice guy, do they really mean it? Unless they’re a friend of mine, they better fuckin’ run.
She thinks were nice guys, but that’s about it. Cause she doesn’t really want to see us, its got nothing to do with us, it has to do with her reconstructing her life. And she is not gonna fuck anymore rock stars, football players or some jive ass bad boy. She’s found Jesus man. She’s found you.
But like I said, she doesn’t take in the consideration the fact that we may not be rock stars and bad boys. We may not be psychopaths and sociopaths. We still wanna fuck though. And we don’t need anybody setting in front of us a list of shit that were expected to do in order for us to have the fantastic experience of fucking her the way some goneria ridden rock star did.
I certainly understand that she would be afraid. But, as we all know a relationship especially love, there is a thing called trust. You sorta trust, ‘I’m with a guy, he’s different, he’s gonna call me tomorrow, he’s gonna send me flowers.’ all that stuff we know how to do. We’ll pull the fuckin chair out. ‘He will be kind to me and my friends he will be there for me.’ here is a man that can grow and love, but he’s a man. And the last thing guys like us need from the prom queen, or the beauty queen, or whoever she is that has rehabilitated herself and is now recognizing the quality of men that she really wants, the last thing we fucking need from her is a lesson in life or how to love a woman.
Now, we wanna get to know her. We wanna find out the things she likes, that’s why we love her. Were excited to know these things. But we don’t need any of that shit. We do not need to know how to treat a woman.
Some of these woman get it, and they back the fuck off. But most of them don’t. Most of them continue on with there very myopic view, which is essentially what they need, what they need, what they mother fuckin need. And they never do get around to really paying attention to you. And if they have to, if you finally get their attention, they get pissed off. They get angry. ‘What are you talking about?’ So we step off.
Then we start to do that fucking dance. And our friends call us schmucks etc. Until finally, it literally almost kills you. It almost kills you.
It kills you because she is so much about herself, that what your about, what your really about. See, she thinks she really knows what your about. You don’t have to tell her in fact, fuck what you think you are. She knows, she’s gonna come in and fix everything, and what she’s doing for you is the best thing for you. You know how they say, “the road to hell is paid in good intentions.” Brother, this is the relationship version of that.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it. Doesn’t matter if you don’t want her to do this, you don’t want her to do that, you don’t want her to fuckin fix this, or fix that, or fuckin buy this or buy that. She doesn’t give a shit. She’s gonna go and she’s gonna do what she wants. Because were the luckiest guys in the world. We have the prom queen. She is not bangin all the sociopaths and psychopaths anymore she’s not fuckin rockstars and football players and bad boys, We are the lucky guys, we have her in our life.
But guess what. Were fucken choking on this bitch not listening to a goddamn thing were saying. She doesn’t give a fuck who we are. She doesn’t care if for instance we wanna fuck all the time, maybe 4 or 5 times a day. This bitch has the life that she wants and if only we would fucking figure it out.
If your reading this tonight. And your the guy who scored the fucking beauty queen, and your jumpin through hoops, motherfucker, you are in trouble. Because you can jump through all the fucking hoops you want and that bitch is never gonna see you.