This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open
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But what are you gonna do? Part of being the nice guy is that it's genuine. We do want to be their friends. Misoginy, to some extent, would be easier: we don't get what we want, we walk away. Problem is, the romance is only part of it, isn't it? The friendship is important too. That, and we have no other way to be. We're there for them because to not be there is anathema to our very nature.
...but I digress. My point is this. You ask a girl out and get rejected enough, you stop asking. You grudgingly accept your lot, as it were. If girls want a nice guy, you may have to accept that some of us come a little banged up, but we are, sometimes, worth the effort...I'm probably kind of an ass, but, you know, other than me, totally worth it.
Una ultima cosita. Leí tu LJ, para ver con quién hablaba. Vi que pasaste un tiempo en Chile, ojalá que lo hayas pasado bien en mi país.
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