Still being the nice guy?
You know how I know this? I used to be a nice guy. Yeah, I’m the one you always come running to when the jerks screw you over. I listen to your problems, I offer advice. Like all nice guys before me, and the countless ones after, I’m always there to back you up. I tell you how pretty you are. I tell you how fun it is to spend time with you, how cool you are, how you deserve great things. You say thanks, briefly, and then continue to rant about Jerk #2873.
Man, this is one of the coolest articles I’ve read in years. Death of a Nice Guy talks about the girls and I’m sure you want to see how he dug at the girls. Much of them are pretty true, so much so that I don’t know to laugh or cry.
Go read it — what are you waiting for! And maybe stop being the nice guy already! (read: no, I’m not pushing the “Be A Jerk” campaign so don’t sue me.)
Oh and not to mention the award-winning sentence.
I used to be a nice guy. What did that get me? 21 years of my right hand and softcore porn on Showtime.
Spell “Godlike”, someone.