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Wonderful tirade by a female and a relevant post in Craigs list

John: Hey Sarah, how are you doing?;

Sarah: I'm great, John. What about you?

John: I'm doing okay. Say... I was wondering - seeing as it's Saturday tomorrow - whether you'd like to go out and see a movie or something?

Sarah: Oh, sorry, I can't tomorrow! Me and my boyfriend are going out for dinner.

John: ... Your boyfriend?

Sarah: Yep! You know Jason from school? We started going out a few days ago. He's a really funny guy to be around!

John: Yeah, I remember him...

Sarah: It was really nice when we got together. I took my little sister to the park and he was sitting on one of the benches, looking lonely. I was kind of down, too, so I went over to talk to him. We just sort of clicked.

John: You were unhappy?

Sarah: Yeah, I guess.

John: You could've talked to me about it, if you wanted. I'm always here to listen.

Sarah: I know, and thanks. That means a lot.

John: Sarah, I might as well say this now: I love you. I sit up at night, wishing we were together, because I care about you so much. I want to hold you when you're upset and I want us to share the rest of our lives together, because when I'm with you, it feels like everything will be okay. I've always been here for you, Sarah, but it feels like you never take any notice of me, instead opting to go out with these douchebags who never listen to you and just betray your trust. I've been right in front of you, and I just wish you'd give me a chance to make you happy.

SARAH

Yeah. That's right. You always were. Back then, and to this day, you were there for me. Always at your computer, ready to provide a virtual hug and a virtual smile with your lovely B grade English. You sit, watch and wait as I apparently inflict these countless dickhead guys on myself, all the while expecting me to turn around after the last guy and say "John, it's you I should have fallen in love with all along!". After which, we get together and I hold your hand through all of the movie theaters and sunny beaches and sleepovers that you never got to experience like the rest of us at fourteen years of age, because you still don't have the gumption to do now what you didn't have the gumption to do then. You're dull, John. You're boring, and you're boring because while these shitheads were getting outside and into the sun, making mistakes and experiencing the wonders of youth, you were in your room, learning about every facet of your favourite RPG, pretending to understand arguments about religion and politics to appear smart and creating dreadful, dreadful heartbroken poetry, trying to convince yourself that knowledge is better than wisdom. It isn't, John, and the only reason I would go out with anybody who spent so much time learning about ancient conflicts that don't matter anymore is if they were confident and cheerful, or if they were great in bed, things that I suspect you know nothing about. These guys know that we girls need excitement, variation, cuddles, arguments and not to just trundle along for the rest of our lives with some submissive coward telling us we're great, because having to listen to the same soppy sweet talk over and over again is boring. I like it when I fight with my boyfriends. It shows that they aren't afraid to voice their true opinions about me, unlike a guy a who tells me I'm interesting and cute when he really thinks I'm neurotic and not intelligent enough to pick up on his true intention of having sex with me when he wants and then trying to have deep, meaningful conversations with me to maintain the fictitious image he has of his sensitive, caring side. Girls want to be with arseholes because they are savage and uncivilized, and in many cases this means that they are impulsive, full of energy and strong, as opposed to pale skinned, calculating, "intellectual" men who, when push comes to shove, wouldn't know excitement if it hit them in the face. I'd go so far as to say that your rejection - or lack - of your male instincts will stem population growth, as more and more shy guys try to become intelligent by studying a wide range of information that is largely supplied and accepted by previous social inadequates, instead of following their primal instincts of becoming grown men, impregnating women and thus contributing to the continuation of the human race. I'm sorry if I consider the future of our species to be more important than your pathetic lust for a pure, innocent virgin, but quite frankly, the only thing that your introversion says to me is that you are trying to appear timid, shy and misunderstood, when in reality, your reluctance to take some control over your life and your tendency to whine and feign depression when things don't go your way makes me think of you as nothing more than a selfish, cowardly prick.

AND A NICE ONE FROM CRAIGSLIST

What happened to all the nice guys?

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"

Well, once again, you did.

You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.

Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.

So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:

1.) Build a time machine.

2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.

3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.

I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.

If you were five years younger.

So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you, now.

Sincerely 

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