Showing posts with label nice guys finish last. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nice guys finish last. Show all posts

Sunday, December 20, 2009

love denied..



i am a chronic love adviser. meaning i'm in the business of offering advice on matters of the heart. i do it often. and often it's great advice (if i say so myself). i think hindsight is a bitch, and i've had a bunch of bitches.

i guess the most disappointing thing is i can't ever keep love. it's like, "those who can't, teach". i'm stuck in an endless cycle of knowing what love is. knowing what it's supposed to feel like. knowing what it isn't. and knowing when it's wrong. unfortunately, it never does me any good. i'm the kind of guy who looks good on paper. i look good to you as a friend. i'm charming in the beginning. then something goes terribly wrong. expectations.

i expect so much more, because i've been taken advantage of repeatedly. it's not a bitter expectation. like i'm just unfairly wanting things unreasonable. only thing i require is love. only thing i ask, is love. i want to feel it. i want to know it's there. it's almost like i got a love shield around me. as long as ppl are near me they feel the love all around me. to the point where they want to stay there. but they never give it back. like the shield, shields me from being loved. i'm honestly not being dramatic. this is how i feel.

when i lose love, it feels like i lose a part of my life. a part, that i set aside with the hope for more. it never really seems like the person on the other end is as hurt as me. i'll do all the lame: waiting for a response, checking my email, phone, etc.. just any sign they they even cared. and usually i'm let down. why can't i just roll over on love like that? why can't i just be ice cold? it's a part of me that feels like i should. but it's a part of me that feels like that blocks God. although i think he's playing a cruel trick on me. yanno the one where you probably should have become a monk, but you didn't so he's just gonna make sure you are alone for the rest of your life anyway? yea, i think that's me. and again, i'm not being overly dramatic. i truly believe God, chooses some people to be alone. it's one of those, receiving your paradise in heaven things.

a little background information about me. when i was younger i was really into church. first girl i ever dated was a PK (preacher's kid). she wasn't one of those bad ones either. i was a youth leader, i was really into all of that. all of sudden that relationship that was going great, just went away. like literally, we were together happily one day, the next not. one of the dumbest reasons. my next big relationship was my marriage. and again, it was going great. i know people say, "i didn't do anything to deserve it..". and honestly i didn't. it was great one day, and then off a sudden it was over. love comes into my life & gives me hope. then it leaves fast with no remorse. no one is every sorry. like they say it, but they really aren't. that is the part that sucks the most. people can go on the next day like everything is fine, while i'm left holding a bag full of empty dreams & promises.

i don't even have many close friends, because i don't really think people are interested in me for me. it's always something else. growing up, it was because i was a pushover and i had money. later it was because i was still a pushover. then it was the connects. then back to the money. needless to say, i doubt people's true intentions for friendship. that's why i rarely reveal much about myself. it's just easier to find out who likes you for you.

and when i think someone likes me for me, and they don't. it's like an arrow through the heart. you love people the way you want to be loved. that's why i love hard, blindly, & unconditionally. it just sucks when it's not returned. love denied. yet again.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

i'm putting myself on timeout..


seriously! the best way for someone to realize you're serious is to show them.

so, say hello to the Bad Guy.

not really, but say goodbye to mr. nice guy. for real.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

E is for effort..

you ever heard the expression, "E is for Effort"? that's some ol' sesame street shit. E is the grade chicks give you when you express effort. that's right forget A-F...they skip right to "E" on your ass.

listen to me. i've learned when a guy doesn't care, anything he does is fantastic. when a guy does care, it takes more to impress.

peep game: if i take a chick to a nice restaurant on the first date. she ain't gonna appreciate no other place i take her to unless it's better. BUT, if i take her ass to the Sizzler then flip it one day and take her out to a spot where i gotta wear a jacket and take off my damn hat she'll be impressed.

chicks only care when you don't care, then act like you care. you have to be a slacker to get ahead.

peep game: how a chick gonna think a dude with hand tattoos, a rapper name & no job got swag? but a dude taking care of his, able to take care of yours & pulled you when he ain't even your type is void of swag.

real recognize real, and i'm only seeing myself right now, what's really good with that?

and while i'm at it. why chicks ONLY recognize sweet or romantic shit on tv?

peep game: i'm watching a show with a chick, she's going on and on about the flowers. and the music. and the candles. and how nice it is. all the stuff the dude is doing on tv is so super romantic and super great. but shit..when i do that shit in real life you don't say shit. you don't even notice half the shit i've done. i'm saying what dude got a fondue pot randomly sitting on his counter? how you gonna tell me, "i thought it was a crock pot"...really? the shit say fondue on it and it was surrounded by flowers. shit, i go do "geigh" shit for you and don't even get no credit.

*reaches in pocket*: here's a quarter, a nickel, a dime, & a penny: i found you some common cents (sense)...