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this was pointed out to me from a friend.
Why Nice Guys Finish Last
A man who is sweet and giving to everyone is, especially to young women, an uninteresting romantic prospect - because his kindness is cheap and available to whomever he is in contact with. You don’t have to be special to get his generosity because it’s on tap for everyone - and consequently it loses value on account of its commonness.
The deepest and most primal craving for most women is to be special - to command that complete, obsessive emotional focus from their male partner. You want to be the queen on the pedestal in your man’s life - not just another girl he treats with friendly respect.
And this is precisely why ‘nice guys’ - especially those in their teens and twenties, are so often alone: the affections of those who give it away too easily are heavily discounted. The vicious truth is that in this game, perception becomes reality: that which is commonplace is not precious - and that which is not precious, is not worth pursing.
On the other hand - a man who is cocky and self-absorbed - yet occasionally shows a sensitive side, commands inordinate attention. Why? Twisted as it may sound - it’s because women - particularly young foolish ones, hang on to the notion that it must take an extraordinary woman to bring that side out of him - and if she should succeed, she would possess this kindness all to herself.
It’s a human appetite to crave that which is just out of our reach - and though it is trite to the point of cliché, what could be more tantalizing than the prospect of finding a world-weary soul with a heart of stone, changing him, and in the process, be the sole recipient of his unswerving devotion?
If I am the only woman in the world who can bring it out of him, I can completely OWN this tenderness - this vulnerability that he denies the rest of the world.
This, gentlemen, is what we refer to as sexual catnip - and until a woman acquires the wisdom that comes with age, is the royal flush in the great poker game of romantic appeal.
Consciously or not … this sexual catnip is what drives the most young women we know - drives them to pursue infuriatingly dead-end relationships with self-absorbed pricks again and again - women who run back crying to their nice-guy friends when she is once again duped, used, and dumped by through-and-through jackasses who feigned just enough of a sensitive side to feed this fantasy, but whose lack of character or depth ultimately emerged and proved him to be exactly what he seemed on the surface: just another jerk with a silver tongue.
Why Nice Guys Finish Last
A man who is sweet and giving to everyone is, especially to young women, an uninteresting romantic prospect - because his kindness is cheap and available to whomever he is in contact with. You don’t have to be special to get his generosity because it’s on tap for everyone - and consequently it loses value on account of its commonness.
The deepest and most primal craving for most women is to be special - to command that complete, obsessive emotional focus from their male partner. You want to be the queen on the pedestal in your man’s life - not just another girl he treats with friendly respect.
And this is precisely why ‘nice guys’ - especially those in their teens and twenties, are so often alone: the affections of those who give it away too easily are heavily discounted. The vicious truth is that in this game, perception becomes reality: that which is commonplace is not precious - and that which is not precious, is not worth pursing.
On the other hand - a man who is cocky and self-absorbed - yet occasionally shows a sensitive side, commands inordinate attention. Why? Twisted as it may sound - it’s because women - particularly young foolish ones, hang on to the notion that it must take an extraordinary woman to bring that side out of him - and if she should succeed, she would possess this kindness all to herself.
It’s a human appetite to crave that which is just out of our reach - and though it is trite to the point of cliché, what could be more tantalizing than the prospect of finding a world-weary soul with a heart of stone, changing him, and in the process, be the sole recipient of his unswerving devotion?
If I am the only woman in the world who can bring it out of him, I can completely OWN this tenderness - this vulnerability that he denies the rest of the world.
This, gentlemen, is what we refer to as sexual catnip - and until a woman acquires the wisdom that comes with age, is the royal flush in the great poker game of romantic appeal.
Consciously or not … this sexual catnip is what drives the most young women we know - drives them to pursue infuriatingly dead-end relationships with self-absorbed pricks again and again - women who run back crying to their nice-guy friends when she is once again duped, used, and dumped by through-and-through jackasses who feigned just enough of a sensitive side to feed this fantasy, but whose lack of character or depth ultimately emerged and proved him to be exactly what he seemed on the surface: just another jerk with a silver tongue.