Oh boo fucking hoo…
So if you applied at blockbuster and got rejected would you then hang around that blockbuster and remind it constantly that the employee they did hire wasn’t as good as you? That you think they could do better, that your life sucks because they didn’t pick you, that they have no room to complain about anything because if only, IF ONLY they had hired YOU… The PARAGON of potential blockbuster employees, all their troubles would vanish and the world would be peaches and rainbows.
No, you’d fucking sack up, move along and apply somewhere else. Meanwhile, you’d continue to go to that blockbuster to rent movies and otherwise do all the things that people do at blockbuster. You wouldn’t cancel your account and storm out like a tantrum throwing toddler you fucking INFANT.
That thing… That girls do when they talk about their problems with you, it’s called being a friend… And if you can’t handle that tiny bit of confidentiality without expecting to be rewarded for it, then you certainly couldn’t handle the bullshit throwing contest that can erupt in any healthy relationship.
Contrary to what mommy told you, you’re not entitled to a perfect life, and your actions are certainly proving that you don’t deserve one.
In short…
Women don’t like you for the same reason they don’t like Sham-wow, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t suck it up, and it doesn’t live up to it’s promises.
Meanwhile those of us in the imperfect male continuum don’t really fucking mind getting our hands wet to help someone BECAUSE they are a friend.
I have my problems, that doesn’t make me this abusive, alcoholic, misogynistic fuckwad straw man that you like to fantasize exists in every man except… well… You.Well, I think he about covered it.
That just about covers it. Fuck Nice Guys and the creepy-ass cloud they rode in on.
Every decent person hates these creeps.
“This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much.”
well this guy’s just about as nice as it gets!