I can’t wait for the day that I get a small apartment in a big city with someone that I love. Like nothing excites me more, I find myself thinking about it at 3 am, my mind races, thinking about how we’ll decorate it. Be able to come home from work, make dinner together, hug them from behind while we wait. Eat and watch our favorite shows, go to bed and not have to worry about being apart because we have each other in our arms every night when we drift off to sleep.
and then he tells me he doesn’t know what he did to upset me FUCK YOU, YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID YOU FUCKING FAKE FUCK.
sometimes guys complain about how girls never go for the nice guys; or about how we complain that there are no nice guys because THEY are the nice guys and they are largely ignored by girls.
well, here’s my response to that….
there are guys out there who pretend to be nice. and we’re skeptical at first, but then we let our guards down. we let you in to our thoughts and lives and bedrooms. and you still are the nice guy. but a few weeks down the line, your true self is revealed to be someone who is not, in fact, the nice guy. you’ve been pretending, or you thought this was what you wanted but realized you were wrong, and so you leave. and it’s this type of guy that is the worst. because you really do pull off the nice guy thing well enough to make us think that’s who you are. but then we find out you’re not, and we never trust the nice guys again.
so i’m sorry to all the actual nice guys out there, because the fake ones are ruining it for you.