The Nice Guy Curse




This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last,
that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and
bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is
dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but
restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors
and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing
room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly
reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the
appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of
support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back
attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a
girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.




This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends
back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the
guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy
male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but
give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game
where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend
material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice
guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice
guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.









This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone,
and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly
dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you
thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all
ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the
best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in Halo2 to rant about a rumor
that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive
person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped
her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for
that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was
nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you
knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you,
justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re
just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm
body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.









The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps
more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they
should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what
I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends
at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is
that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim
they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen,
they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or
“he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up
with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most
frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to
lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their
too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks.
Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure
out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice
guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But
one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon
doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that
train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking
them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier,
finding the ones that are single.









So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice
guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described
as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your
patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your
party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile.
For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the
situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my
acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this
society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.




Repost if you're a nice guy or...
a female that does appreciate the nice guys

Above 50 means you are not so good in bed..and not so fun
+Below 50 means you are real fun and damn good in bed ;).


AFTER you're done... put your name at the bottom, along with your score.

Start off at 50...

-Add 10 if you are a virgin.
=50



-Subtract 5 if You have had sex before.
=45


-Subtract 5 more if you have had sex with more then 5 people.
=45


-Add 5 If you have never had oral sex.
=45



-Subtract 5 if you have had or performed oral sex.
=40


-Subtract 2 if you have had sex in a public place.
=38


-Subtract 3 if you have done 69.
=38


-Add 5 If you have never had an orgasm.
=38


-Add 5 If you cant name 3 types/brands of condoms.
=38


-Subtract 2 if you have masturbated.
=36


-Subtract 3 if you have fingered/ given a handjob to someone else.
=33


-Subtract 5 if you have used someone for sex [one night stand].
=28


-Add 5 if You have never seen someone of the opposite sex naked.
=28


-Add 5 if you havent kissed more then 3 people [unrelated].
=28


-Add 3 if you havent been kissed in the past month.
=28


-Add 2 if you have never masturbated.
=28


-Add 5 if you have never seen or watched porn.
=28


-Subtract 5 if you have made your own porn.
=28


-Subtract 3 if you have participated in anal sex.
=25


-Subtract 2 if you have used lube duiring sex.
=23


-Add 5 If you cant remember your last perverted thought.
=23



-Subtract 5 if you have used sex toys.
=18


-Subtract 3 if you have had a perverted thought in the past hour.
=15


-Subtract 2 if you have kissed someone of the same sex.
=13

Final score....... 13... damn i'm good ;)

Pain

Love is the thing we all long for
A thing that is always wanted
We push to make it happen
Try to be the perfect person
The one that someone will want
Giving anything and everything
Letting in any one who will come
Ahd why do we do it
When in the end the pain
Is the only thing left inside
Ripped open time and time again
Left torn, rugged, and expased
But still comeing back for more
Still looking to be saticfied
But what it cost for that one moment
Is more than should be taken
Just for a moment
Of that so called love
A love that only brings to you
A constant and reacuring pain
This pain that you call love

By: Felicia Opal Teeter


Soul

In the darkness
My sight is blocked
My vision impaired
I open my eyes
But cannot see
The world that is
Standing right before me
As black as night
Without it’s moon
The only sound to be herd
Is the pounding in my chest
The thing some call best
A heart for love above the rest
I only know it thus to be
The only thing prolonging me
As I close my eyes again
Thinking this may be the end
I take into me a breath
Of this thing know as life
And still alive I wander why
Blinking my hollow empty eye
I see this life all around me
But deep inside this soul
Things are hidden well within
Things unseen and unheard
All held within this life
With no sight
Not a sound

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Tear

As a tear comes from my eye
As I sit and cry
I see my past going by
I see the world as a lie
I see no future for a mile
I see not a single smile
I see my name on a file
I see petals in the isle
Even when I sit and cry
I still see the world
Through my teary eye

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

   Thorn

This body I am trapped inside
Is different than all others
A painful thorn on the stem
Of a rose with tender beauty
Draining out the fluid of life
Drops of blood raining down
A single prick shows my hurt
Withering away in silence
The hidden danger tucked away
A thorn of poison on a stem
Of a rose laying in the wind

   By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Torture

When I called out my voice
You never herd my cry
When I was in pain
You never gave me comfort
I asked you a question
An answer I never heard
I searched near and far
But you where no where to be found
I hoped for your presence
But you where never to be felt
You always let me down
Yet you are the only one I want
When will I let go
When will I give up

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Your Love

You’ve done everything for me
Everything I’ve asked for
You’ve given cheerfully
You’ve kept all my secrets
Your love was always there
Unconditional, unfailing, and unending
Every time I was lonely
You where there with open arms
Still yet, I can’t bring myself
To give you all I am
Why must I push myself away
Why must I stay away

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Round ‘n Round

As the world goes round and round
I have to wander who I am
As I walk threw this land
With my future in my hand
I look into the mirror
But do not know
Who’s looking back
As I wander aimlessly
In this land so grand
As I try to find myself
In my adolescents
As I search high and low
As I search near and far
I have to wander who I am

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Caving In

Anger dwelling up inside
Getting ready to erupt
Trapped in this cave
Like an animal
Locked in a cage
Thoughts going threw my mind
Voices saying things of every kind
Everything’s so dark
Looking at the bars
Making up these walls
And in the darkness all I see
Is the flicker
Of the flame
Just waiting to erupt
With everything inside

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Ask why

Why am I not good enough
Why do you reject me
I try so hard to be accepted
I try to make you like me
I try to make you care
I try to be the child
That you remember me to be
I try to give you reason none
For you to be ashamed
I try to give you all the beauty
But I always have to ask
Why am I not good enough

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Do you

Do you love me
Do you care
Are you longing
For me there
Do you like to see
The face of me
When I’m with you
Are you glad
When I’m gone
Are you sad
Do you love me
Do you care

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Window

As I sit here and stare
Out of this window
This window of my soul
As I am trapped
In this prison
This prison of my soul
I cannot run
I cannot hide
I sit and see the world
The world so grand
But so apart of it’s land
How I long to be free
Free from this life
The life of me

By: Felicia Opal Teeter

Only Me

This life is taking its toll
On my hurting warn out soul
I spend my time wandering
All my days I’m dreaming
Thoughts bouncing to and fro
Getting away would be so heavenly
Having no responsibility
No one to obey
How I long for that day
The day I am the only one

By: Felicia Opal Teeter