Someone who’s cool, but weird. Someone who would like to come with me to a comic-con. Someone who likes to have fun, but knows how to be serious. Someone who has the same steeze as me. I love my local boys, but please be domesticated. Someone who has respect and unconditional love for their family and the idea of family. Someone who’s dedicated to something, anything. I have so much I want, and my standards are so high… I’m the reason they can’t be met. But I have a feeling that person is out there.. And I will find them.
"I know things get hard but girl you got it girl You got it, there you go Can’t you tell by how they looking at you everywhere you go Wondering whats on your mind, it must be hard to be that fine When all these muthafuckas wanna waste your time”
Honestly, I am aware that there are good guys out there.
I’m not some mean ass bitch who says “fuck everyone, they’re all the same.” Just because I say “no one has proved to be different than the rest,” doesn’t mean that I don’t believe that there are good guys out there.
Yes, I am ware. There are tons of good guys out there. I’m not stupid, nor am I pessimistic about the fact that there are still decent men out there. However, I’m saying that the men/boys that just so happen to cross my path, tend to all end up the same.
I have come across amazing guys… Well, maybe one or two, lol. But any who, when I rant, vent, etc. on my social networks about how a guy has not proved wrong to the famous “they’re all the same line.” I say this because it’s an easy generalization. No, I don’t mean every guy, even though I say that. It’s just a lot easier to state my frustration by making a generalization rather than pinpointing and saying “Bob, is a douchebag, and is exactly the same as Bill, Tom, and Mark.”
So the next time someone tells me something along the lines of “Don’t blame all of us. There are good guys out there. Go for a real man, not a little boy.”
I would like to say, thank you for the advice, however…
You’re probably not someone who I will end up having a relation with
You have a girlfriend, you’re gay, you live in a different state, or there’s some awkward reason that we will never cross paths.
You don’t know why I said what I said and who that post was directed to.
You probably consider yourself one of those “nice guys,” but you’re obviously making some sort of bold and arrogant statement saying that you’re at a higher level than the douchebags I deal with.
No offense to any of you, though. I’m just saying. And hopefully, those of you who even want to give me advice on how many nice guys there are out there, you read this and think again. And the reason I don’t ever answer back to any of you who throw that “nice guys still exist” card out there, is because I don’t want to have to explain everything I just explained in this post to every single “nice guy.”
“My home girl told me I got an issue with women with issues. I guess I got my own and I can relate to them, you know. The irony in it, when you get what you want, you don’t always want it.”—Passive Aggres-her, Wale (via nnadroj)