A really cool site, and guys that can't get laid

Yeah, so post a pic Mich. Lets see what you got!

"…caring for and learning about animals, sleeping, shopping, reading,
staring at the computer, trying desperately to think of something
clever and witty enough to be included in Cecil’s next book. :slight_smile: "
I give 15 hours a week volunteer time for the SPCA in California, does that count for anything?

You even have to be careful about pic’s when you encounter someone in computer land. I met this cool chick on a guest book message site, where most of the posters were brainless. After chatting a few times on the site, she sent me to her website where I got to admire pictures of her dressed and undressed. I was sorely tempted but she appeared to be something like 21 and, alas, I am far above that. While she was aware of my age and assured me that she adored older men, I was hesitant.

For one, she looked like she could thoroughly wear me out and I was considering some Viagra as a back-up assist. The second was that she had complained about her last fellow, who wound up in jail for getting caught growing pot and she had told him not to plant so much.

She, I thought with some concern, might be a Wild Child. My years of roaring around in my 1967 Pontiac GTO with the big 400 engine, chrome everything, custom paint, raised rear and wide tires along with thunderous side pipes were long behind me. I still fit into the old fringed leather jacket and the nylon racing wind breaker I used to sport around in – though I gave up on the old tight pants.

Still, the thought of a much younger woman interested in me thrilled me inside and caution was beginning to wane as I contemplated actually having FUN and then came the shattering discovery!

She was a he!

It was some clown playing a joke on me who sent me pictures he had copied out of some magazine. I was pissed! So were, I discovered, several other guys he had been pulling the same joke on.

So, just be warned! What you see on the computer is not always what you might meet.


Mark
“Think of it as Evolution in action.”

I’ve been communicating for a while now with someone I met online but haven’t met in real life yet. So far we have nothing but each other’s assurances that we are male and female, but I have pretty good reason to believe that she’s really a she: no guy can fully emulate the female mood swing.

MarkSerlin- you da man! I swear you’re dead on with everything. Boris B’s right there with the back up, too.

Nice guys never win, but we just can’t stop being nice guys. . . or can we?

Engineerboy

BOY?! I’m all man lady!

  • Brodie, “Mallrats”

damn, And I thought I was alone on this one, I’ve always been the nice guy type. I’m a bit quiet. but I’m not ugly, in fact I’ve been asked if I was a A&F model. But that never helped me. why, because women think I’m too nice of a guy, I thought treating girls with respect was somewhat of a common idea, but I guess not.
I have no emotional baggage or any major flaw in my personality, except for the lack of girlfriends in my life. they go out with their missionary boyfriends. you know, they date guys to stop them from drinking or by the power of thier “personality” they can turn the guys away from their evil ways. and they wonder why they always end up getting hurt? I don’t see any guys dating fat women in hopes of making them getting skinnier.
It dosn’t make sense to me, if you like a nice guy, them maybe he will make a great boyfriend. just a novel thought.

I am afraid my perspective is radically different from most of the men posting to this thread. To wit: I WAS the asshole boyfriend, played that role through adolescence and beyond. Oh, not just to women, I was also a criminal, a thug and a general prick to whomever I met. And yes, I did manage to get laid quite a bit during that time. One or two of tose women were even more mentally and emotionally balanced than I was. But the truth is – I got nothing out of those relationships that I couldn’t have replaced with a self-esteem tape and a $20 blowjob. Years later, all I had to sow for it was a string of human beings who wanted nothing to do with me, another string of human beings I wanted nothing to do with, and an anoying venereal disease.

Fast forward: after a long period of self-evaluation and emotinal healing, I now considered myself a nice man. I extended respect to others as a rule, and I had become suddenly shy in my relationships with women. I suddenly had no idea how to act with a girlfriend. It felt like I had stepped throug a timewarp to junior high school. I had the nervousness. I had the blushing and the shyness and the sudden clumsiness. What I didn’t have was a clue.

So I stopped “trying”. I just lived my life, enjoyed my hobbies, shared my passions with friends (male and female) whenever possible. And, miracle of miracles, some of the women I grew cose to as friends began to let me know they were open for more. In every case, the revelations caught me completely off-guard. Sure, I was aware of these women as sexual beings. I’m a man, I NEVER forget about sex. But I was not pining for these women. I was not hanging around being supportive and hoping, somehow, that she would dump her boyfriend and fall madly in love with me.

End result: I now have deep relationships with several women who remain strong friends in spite of the fact that we are no longer lovers. I also am married to a lovely woman who enriches my life in countless ways, and who was “just a friend” for years before we shared out first kiss.

Hey, if it can happen to me . . .


The best lack all conviction
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
*

This is how I live my life now too. I still get a little shy about asking a lady out, but it’s simply not that big a deal. The worst thing that can happen is she’ll say “no”.


You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.

Yeah. I always find the ones with screws loose. It doesn’t show up at first, but since I listen real good, eventually EVERYTHING comes out and there have been times that I’ve had to work real hard at keeping my eyes from bulging. Like the sweet, shy, petite little number with the soft voice, below the knee dresses, wouldn’t say shit if she had a mouthful one I met once. Pretty, sweet little face, shy way of standing and walking. She didn’t ‘walk’ she ‘glided’ in a wonderful, mysterious and graceful way. You’d expect her to be working in a library or something. Well, we were both 19 and I found out that she’d been married, divorced, slept with about 20 guys, liked to go out and get drunk and had a tendency to let guys pick her up and take her to motel rooms! She could knock back enough booze to float a battle ship and still walk out of the bar, liked biker dudes and loved to play pool. GEEZ! I almost fell over. Back then I was still learning about the fun of beer! I spent several hopeful years wooing her, and much of that time unraveling and patiently piecing back together her psyche and she eventually ran off and married a redneck construction guy – though she APPRECIATED MY CARE AND CONCERN VERY MUCH! And she ‘fit’ just right too! You know-fit? Like when you hug them they snug into all of the right places like the pieces of a puzzle. Good guys finish last!


Mark
“Think of it as Evolution in action.”

Don’t forget them little ladies what have a really pissed off ex-boyfriend sneaking around in the back ground that they ‘forget’ to tell you about. You know, the one who you find about about after he meets you outside a bar some night and whacks you in the eye one. Then she gets all pissed at him and he whomps you again. Then you gotta whomp him and it gets all messed up for a time and the whole thing could have been avoided had she told you about him in the FIRST place.

Especially if he happens to be a lot BIGGER THAN YOU. ‘Course, by the time all your cuts and abrasions heal over, she done dropped you and is fartin’ about with some other guy!

You gotta just love it!

Handy, my pic was up on The Site That Shall Not Be Named. ::sigh:: Quite a few people have seen it and so far no one has keeled over. Either Omni or Omninot actually liked the pic. Go figure. :wink:

You’re not kidding, I once had a little fling going with this cute little co-worker of mine only to find out later that she was working it WITH MY BOSS! Luckily, I had been planning to leave that job for a better one. Luckily, I could have kicked his ass with one hand tied behind my back although I was a youngin’ and he was at least 8 years older then me. UNLUCKILY, his father was one of the highest ranking officers in my city’s police department, so I couldn’t very well beat him to a pulp!

But keeping to true form for most females, she sure did try to get me to kick his ass. She even went as far as calling me to pick her up from his house after they had a fight, and after I had already previously told her to take a hike. Keeping true to my nice guy form, I actually did pick her up. (She was miles from home at night without any transportation) And I did get in my ex-boss’s face and scared him so much that he was freaking out and thought I was going to kill him or something. Although I think he wanted me to do something, just so he could get me arrested and I KNOW she wanted me to just to shut him up. Needless to say, I didn’t take the bait.

God, I’ll never forget the last couple of weeks at that job. I have since resolved NEVER to have relationships with co-workers. Not such a difficult resolution to live up to at my current place of employment, which is full of mostly all male techies. Hopefully I can follow the same rule in my future workplaces.

Michelle is a very attractive blonde. I’m not too certain why she’s currently single either (some things just don’t make sense).

I still say the luck factor has been against me from the beginning. It’s hard to force luck.


-PIGEONMAN-
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I think we as nice guys need a slogan, for bumper stickers and t-shirts.

-Nice guys finish last, and women like that in a sex partner.

-I’m a nice guy, your parents will love me

-Nice guy on board, no users, losers or boozers.

-Nice guy, no outstanding warrants

I got one:

Ya wanna play games? Get a #$%*ing Nintendo.


You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.

Guano Lad, I am about as far from blond as you can get. Who’s pic were you looking at? My name on Opal’s site is/was Michi4.

      • Careful boys; start telling life As You Have Really Seen It and Opal is likely to come and jump all over your ass. And not in a way you’d enjoy.
      • Can’t claim to be an expert. but after 30 years (about 15 of them “in pursuit”) here’s my two cents:
  • First Cent: When females are young, they are girls. Their dream date looks and acts like James Dean. Often they find him by the way he dresses. He might have serious character flaws (alcoholism & drug problems, violence, criminal tendencies) but he’s supposed to, otherwise he wouldn’t be a James Dean. He is half someone to sleep with and half someone to complain about. She wants him to be an asshole. No matter what she says, she likes him that way. She picked him, and she keeps him as long as she can. And when he finally dumps her, she’ll go out to the exact same type of place she found the last gem, and more than likely find another that looks and acts exactly like him. She will never admit to noticing this, however.
  • If a girl dates James Deans and you’re a nice guy, forget her. You are wasting your time. No matter how much she complains about what he does or how he treats her, no matter what kinds of bruises or cuts she ends up with, she stays with him. She just wants a guy “friend” to whine to. To lie to, actually. If you took a baseball bat and cracked open James Dean’s head, she would be mad at you and at his bedside 24 hours a day. - The only good news here is that most girls (but not all) eventually grow into . . .
      • . . . Women. This takes some time - usually it hits around their late 20’s. This is about the time they start to demonstrate the “nesting instinct”; about the same time they begin to hear The Clock ticking if they already don’t have kids. -And suddenly James Dean doesn’t look so cute. If she wants a nice place to live, she seems to realize that she isn’t going to get it if her S.O. is unemployed and she has to use the rent money (that she earned from working her job) to bail him out of jail every Monday morning. This seems obvious from the start, but there is nothing you can say to convince her of it before she figures it out on her own. Only after she has gotten rid of James Dean on her own and shown that she can stay away from him should you bother with her at all, and even then be careful not to get your hopes up - sometimes it doesn’t take the first time and they have re-lapses.
  • If she starts a relationship with you but you catch her cheating with James Dean, DUMP HER NOW. If she likes to play with the trash, then she better damn well get used to living in the gutter. If you need motivation, imagine her marrying you and then having James Dean’s baby.
  • Think long and hard if she has kids by James Dean - you may end up having to deal with him if you want to or not. If he visits the kids at all, that is. She should be pursuing child support in at least some regard, if he isn’t paying voluntarily. If she doesn’t think he should pay child support, FORGET HER. She is still making excuses for his irresponsibility - she’s still stuck on him.
  • It is only fair to note that a few females do skip the James Dean stage entirely. Usually religious upbringings play a part here.
  • It’s extremely helpful if you can ask what the last couple guys she dated were like. If they were much different from you, consider yourself entering into a very short-term relationship.
      • Second Cent: I said in a post some time back that you should never ask a girl out more than once. People argued with me about it (mostly female people) so I’ll change that advice now: Never Ask A Woman Out More Than Once A Year. No Exceptions!!! - That’s twelve calendar months, boys. That’s it. No matter what stories she tells. If you let her know that you are interested once, and she never lets on that she is really interested in you, then she isn’t. Simple as that. - Women love to get asked; heck, people love to get asked - but it’s fairly certain that she will remember you asked for quite a while. If she was interested, she would find you. Otherwise, there’s no reason to injure your pride just to elevate hers a bit, and asking her over and over just to have her turn you down does just that. You stuck your neck out once; let her do it the second time. That’s fair. - - - MC - 8^)

[[ I am only average in the looks department, ]] Michelle
Liar! :wink:

Check the photo yourselves, guys – Michelle is extremely beautiful.

You aren’t blonde, Michelle? Then whose pic was I looking at?

Well, now I feel silly. If someone can help me find a pic of Michelle so I have that in my head, I’d be grateful. I hate being in the dark when everyone else seems to know something.


-PIGEONMAN-
Hero For A New Millennium!

The Legend Of PigeonMan - updates every Wed & Sat

That would probably be Cessandra, whose real name is Michelle.

Maybe its not that nice guys can’t get laid, but just guys who are really boring that can’t get laid.

Thats my problem I think. I like to think its because I’m a nice guy - but for the most part I’m only a nice guy because I’m afraid to tell people what I really think. The result is that I have nothing interesting to say ever. The asshole-type guys - they say what they think and are more interesting and dynamic.

Examine yourself.