OK, that’s pretty funny. (and probably very true.)
in reference to some other posts; I’m pretty sure I’m the straight equivalent to the Gay Friend for Lauren. It does suck, and it does break my heart a bit to watch her keep on with what she acknowledges are “bad decisions.” I want to take her aside and somehow talk her out of it, for her own sake. I also realize I need to be slapped into reality as well. Somehow I keep thinking I can help her, but I know that’s like a .0001 percent chance of success.
Print this out and tape it above your bathroom mirror.
You can’t fix anyone, and you can’t make anyone do anything. If she thinks she’s fucked up, she should be trying to work to fix that. You’re not really part of that equation. You can still be friends with her, but if you can’t keep up ironclad boundaries, it won’t end well for you. And frankly, that sounds far too exhausting for my taste.
FFS, Cuckoorex - give it up! For all the time you’ve spent spilling your guts on this thread, you could have found yourself a whole new woman in a place that’s not a bar, that you don’t have to give a pseudonym to, and for whom using you as the platonic dunderpants has not crossed her mind.
Most guys at some time in their life think with their dick. Good, bad, or indifferent, that’s what they do. I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking with. Not your dick, and not your brain. And if somebody suggests that you’re thinking with your heart, I’ll really puke.
My advice, for what it’s worth, is to enter a monastery. One of those ones where there’s a vow of silence. And you flagellate yourself all day. Without a keyboard.
And PotLuck, thank GOD there’s has been some point to this thread. (Other than my stupendous haiku. Why didn’t I win Wheelz…? “Cock and vagina” is 5 syllables…I should work on that…)
I don’t know *what *I’m thinking with. Partially my dick, because these women are generally pretty hot, otherwise I wouldn’t even have tried anything at all. I think maybe part of the problem is that I’m under the delusion that life is like a John Hughes film, and eventually the girl will realize which guy REALLY cares about her, and they end up happily ever after.
Yeah, but in the end, the guy realises that the hot (but shallow) chick is a waste of his time, and it’s actually the stable, mature girl who gave up dropping hints long ago that he decides deserves his attention. He then stops umming and ahhing and ACTS.
Yeah, but in Hollywood, this is always one-sided. The woman may go with the mature man, but the man hardly ever goes with the mature woman. Well, unless she’s actually hotter.
Well then Cuckoorex (can I call you Cuckoo?) may I suggest that you get yourself copies of Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Some Kind of Wonderful, Uncle Buck, and even 101 Dalmatians, watch them over and over and over again for the next 19 years before you’re dead at 59 just like John Hughes - though I’m sure John Hughes lived a life.
You’re deluding yourself when you say “…otherwise I wouldn’t have even tried anything at all.” What have you tried? My patience?
FFS, it’s not about “trying”. It’s about “doing.” And NOT doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result. That, I believe, is the definition of insanity.
And by the way, you’re not thinking with your dick. Even your non-thinking brain must know that this is not how a dick thinks. Your dick just hangs around with a couple of nuts dreaming of the moment your hand will come swooping upon it, caught by surprise, and yet..so..in love…
So grow up and man up; or shut up about what a nice, misunderstood, caring guy you are just wanting to help all these poor women around you who know not what they do. They DO know what they do: and they ain’t ever gonna do you.
Sorry, 6ITB4B. Nothing wrong with your haikus, but Attack made me spit coffee. That’s an automatic win.
As for Cuckoorex, I tried – for pages I tried – to steer you down the right path, but alas, I don’t seem to have gotten through. So all I can do now is wish you the best. One day, my son, you will find your own way.
The only way the girl will realize which guy really cares about her is if he grows a pair, allows himself to be vulnerable, and fucking TELLS her how much he cares. Or, you know, actually follows up when she’s busting out all the moves – that would SHOW her (whomever, I suspect it doesn’t matter at this point) you care.
May I also recommend a little homework for you? Please go here and read some of the articles about why NICE guys really aren’t nice. You wanna know why women you are attracted to keep blowing you off and playing you for a fool, sticking you in the friend zone? The answers lie within this link.
You sound pretty passive-aggressive to me. I don’t think it’s necessary for you to be an aggressive asshole, but being a little more assertive – and openly asking for what you want – would dial back the bullshit drama in your life significantly.
As a 24 year old girl who gets my date on, you’re behavior in all this is just embarrassing. It’d be embarrassing if you were a 19 year old virgin, it’s embarrassing now that you’re a middle aged man acting like a freaking 19 year old virgin.
Seriously. I get that you missed out on dating in your teens, blahblahblah. Point is, you’re past that and even if your dating experience is relatively small, your overall maturity level should sure as hell be past that.
I mean, that’d be like if you met someone who spent all their time nose to the grindstone in college and never went out and partied, but at the age of 35, is going to bars and drinking to the point of blacking out multiple times a month. His excuse is that he never got partying out of his system when he was in college. Yeah, well that train passed, dude. If you’re 35 and doing something that’s expected of someone 15 years younger than you… that’s not a good thing. Sorry.
