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last night i checked my yahoomail and was surprised to find out that i have so many unread messages, they actually amounted to more than 100. so i spent an hour just reading and cleaning my mailbox. It was exhausting but i had fun. Then i log-in to my friendster account and saw that i have many unread messages as well. Grabe! I am so in demand tlaga(wahehehe!) ndi lang ako ng log-in for 2 days ganun na kadami agad messages..hehehe...anyway..gusto ko lang ishare ito..found this sa friendster bulletin ko..from Ir**n..ganda nito..
TO THE NICE GUYS:
This rant was written for the Wharton
Undergraduate Journal.
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 doors and give reassuring pats on the back
and sit patiently outside the changing room at
department stores. This is in honor of the guys
that obligingly reiterate how
cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends
are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in
honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet,
from her privacy to her theology to her clothing
style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk,
bewildered female friends back from parties and
never take advantage once they're at her door, for
the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers
against the rest of the creepy male population, for
the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments
but give them out anyway, for the guys who always
play by the rules in a game where the rules favor
cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as
boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being
boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are
manipulated, misled and unjustly abandoned this
is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages
on your cell phone, and when you called her back,
she spent 3 hours painstakingly dissecting 2
sentences her boyfriend said to her. And even
though you thought her boyfriend was a chump
and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and
she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time
she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever
orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a humor that
romantically linked her and the guy that she thinks
is the most repulsive person in the world. And even
though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for
2 hours and helped her concoct a counter-humor
to spread around the floor. This is also for that time
she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows
that there was nothing serious between the two of
you, she dragged you to a party where you knew
nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted
shamlessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless
teasing by announcing to everyone: oh, but we're
just friends! And even though you were invited
purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you
went anyways. Because you're not like that.
The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is
due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys
don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And
I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I
can't. From what I have observed on campus and
what I have learned from talking to friends at other
schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion
I can form is that many girls are just illogical
manipulative *itches. Many of them claim they just
want to date a nice guy, but when presented with
such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing
things such as , oh he's too nice to date, or he
would be a good boyfriend but not for me or he
already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't
possibly ask him out! or the most frustrating of all:
no, it would ruin our friendship. Yet they continue
to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and
they expect their nice too-nice-to-date male friends
to sympathize and apologize for the men that are
jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my
ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the
connection breaks down between what they say (I
want a nice guy) and what they do (I'm going to
sleep with this complete jerk now). But one thing I
can do, is say that the nice- guy- finishes- last
phenomenon doesnt last forever. There are
definitely many girls who grow out of the reainof
thought and realize they should be dating the nice
guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part
is, finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the
ones that are single.
So until those girsl are found, I propose a toast to
all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I
know you're sick of hearing yourself described as
ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the
world needs your patience in the dpeartment store,
your holding open of doors, your party escorting
services, your propensity to be a sucker for a
pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd
things you tolerate, for all the situations where you
are the faceless, nameless hero, my acolades, my
acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you.
You do have credibility in this society, and your
well-deserved vindication is coming..
TO THE NICE GUYS:
This rant was written for the Wharton
Undergraduate Journal.
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 doors and give reassuring pats on the back
and sit patiently outside the changing room at
department stores. This is in honor of the guys
that obligingly reiterate how
cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends
are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in
honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet,
from her privacy to her theology to her clothing
style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk,
bewildered female friends back from parties and
never take advantage once they're at her door, for
the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers
against the rest of the creepy male population, for
the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments
but give them out anyway, for the guys who always
play by the rules in a game where the rules favor
cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as
boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being
boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are
manipulated, misled and unjustly abandoned this
is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages
on your cell phone, and when you called her back,
she spent 3 hours painstakingly dissecting 2
sentences her boyfriend said to her. And even
though you thought her boyfriend was a chump
and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and
she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time
she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever
orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a humor that
romantically linked her and the guy that she thinks
is the most repulsive person in the world. And even
though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for
2 hours and helped her concoct a counter-humor
to spread around the floor. This is also for that time
she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows
that there was nothing serious between the two of
you, she dragged you to a party where you knew
nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted
shamlessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless
teasing by announcing to everyone: oh, but we're
just friends! And even though you were invited
purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you
went anyways. Because you're not like that.
The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is
due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys
don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And
I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I
can't. From what I have observed on campus and
what I have learned from talking to friends at other
schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion
I can form is that many girls are just illogical
manipulative *itches. Many of them claim they just
want to date a nice guy, but when presented with
such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing
things such as , oh he's too nice to date, or he
would be a good boyfriend but not for me or he
already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't
possibly ask him out! or the most frustrating of all:
no, it would ruin our friendship. Yet they continue
to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and
they expect their nice too-nice-to-date male friends
to sympathize and apologize for the men that are
jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my
ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the
connection breaks down between what they say (I
want a nice guy) and what they do (I'm going to
sleep with this complete jerk now). But one thing I
can do, is say that the nice- guy- finishes- last
phenomenon doesnt last forever. There are
definitely many girls who grow out of the reainof
thought and realize they should be dating the nice
guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part
is, finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the
ones that are single.
So until those girsl are found, I propose a toast to
all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I
know you're sick of hearing yourself described as
ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the
world needs your patience in the dpeartment store,
your holding open of doors, your party escorting
services, your propensity to be a sucker for a
pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd
things you tolerate, for all the situations where you
are the faceless, nameless hero, my acolades, my
acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you.
You do have credibility in this society, and your
well-deserved vindication is coming..
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