Oooh, Girl! He’s HOT!

Have you met any good looking guys recently who seem to suffer from “Hot Guy Syndrome”?? You know what I’m referring to. Those good looking guys who know they’re hot and therefore refuse to try. They don’t use their manners, and chivalry which may not have in fact died, is a certified ghost to them. They expect you to prove to them you’re worthy of their attention rather than the other way around. And they can act this way because they look good and surprisingly, this attitude works for them because there are women who will jump through hoops to get closer to them because they’re thinking of what their future children together will look like, and the jealous stares they’ll receive from other women when they’re out in public because the man on their own arm isn’t quite as handsome, or they’re alone.

Anyway, I’m here today to say that I have fallen victim to the Hot Guy once in the past… okay maybe twice. I was just thinking about the stupid, uncharacteristic things I used to do for once dude in particular. He definitely wasn’t worth it. And turns out of course I wasn’t the only one at the time that he had thinking there was a possibility of being with him. And even now after we stopped seeing each other, stopped physically being with each other, yet remained in contact, he tells me things that make me feel kinda sorry for the women who are smitten with him. He acknowledges that he knows he’s a good catch and it’s hard (for Black women in particular) to find a dude with his same qualities (very handsome, black, educated, gainfully employed, home owner, foreign car driving, etc) and he can’t help but take advantage of it. Self-admittedly, knowing at the statistics of single women in his age group looking for a certain demographic of men that he fits into, makes him even less inclined to settle down now, or date monogamously because he has soooo many options!  Sometimes, like now, when I think about it, I don’t know if I can blame him either. Yeah, it’s wrong in my opinion but I see his logic.

So what is a woman to do?? Anyway, I’m not a lion in a circus and I’m not jumping through any burning hoops! I wrote before about my affinity to men with “medium tools” and I’m letting y’all know today that I will also be completely happy with a dude who is “nice-looking”. LoL! Although every now and then when I first meet a man I may be interested in I have those “hmm I wonder what a daughter with him would look like… ” Don’t judge me. 😉

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Good Guy vs Bad Guy

– Written by A MAN and A WOMAN

The scenario: Here are two different guys that are talking to the same girl & these are their unedited thoughts.

 

Good Guys finish last…

Damn, this isn’t the first time this actually happened to me. I mean I sweet-talked her, I bought her candy & flowers & yet she still acts like I don’t exist. I showed her love & affection I comfort her soul, her problems became mine, on my shoulder she cried & the sex was passionate. I combed my fingers through her hair, whispered that I loved her while I nibbled her ear. I gave her my all. I was there for her through thick & thin, supported her habits & I bought her all the material things she desired. But it was hard for us to spend some quality time because she was either with a “friend” or had some shit on her mind. It took hours just for her to return my calls and then she said “I simply think I need a break from this all.” So I thought was it something I said or better yet, was there something that I’ve could’ve done better? But “NO”, she replied. She said that she needs her space but her friend already told me she’s been out on dates. Ahhh, fuck it! Once again my heart crushed like glass. Why does this always happen to me? I guess its true what they say nice guys always finish last.

 

Say “hello” to the Bad Guy…

Its so true what they say nice guys always finish last, that’s why I treat girls the way I treat em’ and act the way I act. She be blowing up my phone just to see where I’m at, but I tell her that I’m busy and I’ll call her right back. I don’t sweet talk I simply tell her what it is, I hardly ever take her out and never bought her a gift. And the sex be rough ~ hair pulling and dirty talking, we don’t cuddle I be smacking her ass to keep her going and she loves my style she be digging the kidd, told her girls about the way I be hitting her shit. Now her friend looking at me like they want to get with it, so I told her on the low baby girl you can get it. And my girl heard rumors bout me getting it in, and she cries “baby I don’t want to lose you” to me all the time. At the end this is simply how its meant to be, and I know because this isn’t the first time that its happened to me. Say hello to the bad guy.

 

– WRITTEN BY A MAN

 

 

. . .And these are her thoughts

 

Good Guys Finish Last. . .

because they want to. You rely on the label “good guy” as a pass… to be passive. Being a good dude doesn’t mean you don’t have to make any moves. It doesn’t mean that you don’t have to be willing to chase me just for a bit. I like the excitement. And it doesn’t mean that I’m going to be automatically attracted to you because you treat me well. There’s more to it than that. It’s all well and good if you stroke my hair and whisper in my ear, but what if you don’t stimulate my mind (Or anything else)? I’m sorry but you just don’t excite me. And I’m grateful and thankful that you bought me those things. . . but that’s really all they were: things. I never accepted them with an agreement that they were promises of my undying affection, or even my devotion. They were nice… just like you. You are nice. And I won’t take that from you, but I need more. So with that said, yes, I know you found out I’ve been going on dates. I’m exploring my other options.

I’m sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings. Better luck next time!

 

Hello Mr. Bad Guy. . .

I can’t help but be drawn to you. Even though dealing with you the last time resulted in heartbreak, I’m doing it again because I know you can change. I’m calling your phone, but you won’t pick up! I’ll just try again later… in 5 minutes. Where are you? You said you’d be home. I bet you’re with that chick my girl saw you with in the mall. I do so much for you, drop anything I’m doing, buy you what you want, sex on call. I even let you pull my hair and you know I hate that shit! I’m hearing all kinds of dirt around town about you. Bitches giving me strange looks, but I’m just paranoid right? I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know what else I can do. I guess this will be over soon. . . we’ve already reached the end.

This may be just what I get for stepping all over a good dude.

 

-Frenchie (A Woman)