As a single dude, the idea of the “Friend Zone” can be often encountered subject. Lately, I feel like I’ve been seeing this subject pop up online around me with more frequency in blogs and comments, and other articles.
Well, It got me thinking.
Truth from my the brilliant mind that is my older brother =)
A very, very well written answer to a question that’s just plain old stupid.
If you’re experiencing the Nice Guy Syndrome, you put yourself there. If you’re in the Friend Zone, you put yourself there. The girl or woman that you’re after didn’t put you there you did.
MAN UP. FIND YOUR BALLS. GET OUT THERE AND BE THE KING THAT YOU ARE AND CLAIM YOUR KINGDOM, IDIOT.
Is like saying, “The dog died but we can keep it.”
I know Valentine’s Day is next week and I was going to post this on that day, but I couldn’t wait. This is the month that people go nuts over. That holiday spent wondering about who’s going to be my Valentine, will I have a date, or what I’m going to get my significant other, or how am I going to spend this day. But this story…this is REAL. This is what LOVE is.
Her name is Katie Kirkpatrick, 21 yrs old. Next to her is her fiancé, Nick, 23. This picture was taken prior to their wedding January 11th, 2005. Katie has terminal cancer and spends hours in chemotherapy. Here Nick awaits while she finishes one of the sessions…
Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, Katie took care of every single part of the wedding planning. Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to Katie ‘s constant weight loss.
An expected guest was her oxygen tank. Katie had to use it during the ceremony and reception. The other couple in this picture is Nick’s parents, very emotional with the wedding and to see their son marrying the girl he fell in love when he was an adolescent.
Katie , in a wheel chair listening to her husband and friends singing to her.
In the middle of the party, Katie had to rest for a bit and catch her breath. The pain does not allow her to stand for long period of time.
Katie died 5 days after her wedding.
To see a fragile woman dress as bride with a beautiful smile makes you think happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts. Lets enjoy life and don’t make it complicated. Life is too short to argue and feel desperate. Life is too long to not make it what you want.
Work as if it was your first day.
Forgive as soon as possible.
Love without boundaries…
Laugh without control
and never stop smiling.
Please pray for those suffering from cancer.
We all have someone that’s been affected that we hold close to our hearts.
Keep this going. Reblog and REBLOG AND REBLOG!
Prayers are always answered.
I saw this post and I asked myself, “Why shouldn’t I consider her an option?” Seriously man? 1. Your grammar is wrong. “No girl deserves to be an option.” or “No girls deserve to be options.” are correct. 2. If you’re not looking at her as an option, she definitely is.
It’s a dis-empowering, delusional, and castrating statement.
“You sound like a dick.” I have one and a solid pair of balls.
Woman, you are an option to me just like I am to you. I strive to be the best option available to you. I have expectations, standards, factors of attraction, just like you. They are equally high in regards to myself as they are to you. You and I will match or we won’t. Will it kill me that we don’t match and you go after the next option? That will depend on our connection but you walking away to someone better simply means that I must improve on myself and be the best.
It’s a heart-win, heart-lose world out there for a single guy. Between the flowers, presents, and chocolates, the wining and dining, the creepers and the crazies, nice guys and assholes, it’s competition. And you’re fair game.
I am a gentleman, desiring the desirable. I give chase until the value of such pursuits no longer pleases me. Not so much a ladies man, but a lady’s man.
Be the best option for me, until then my options are open.
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Anaïs Nin (via lawsofmodernman)
SHE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP! Night friends =)
We’ll see…who knows what can happen in one night. Optimism FTW!
(via tattoosforpassionnotfashion)
I’m writing about this because it’s a great rule. The Rules of a Gentleman is a great blog. I find it insightful and amusing and I like reblogging the rules that I feel pertain to me when single or when in a relationship. I’m assuming that this rule is coming from a relationship standpoint and I agree that you should always tell the truth. Always tell the truth about how you’re feeling, what you’re feeling so that the line of communication between you and your significant other remains clear and full of trust. Truth is going to hurt at times but trust is what you have in the end and what holds you together. If that gets affected by deceit and lies and covering things up, etc. Well you know where all that goes.
I watched The Dilemma (spoiler alert) a few days ago. Vince Vaugh, Kevin James, Jennifer Connelly, and Winona Ryder are the main cast. Vince Vaughn and Kevin James’s characters have been best friends since freshman year in college. They are extremely close. Kevin James is married to Winona Ryder and their friend played by Jennifer Connelly is dating Vaughn and are in a very serious relationship. They are a very, very tight knit group. So the whole “dilema” is that Vaughn, while scouting for proposal locations for him and Connelly, catches Ryder cheating on James with another man. What’s a guy to do? Does he tell James or keep his mouth shut? Does he confront Ryder? I mean the entire movie is about what Vaughn is going to do and it’s pretty crazy, but not in the way that you think it would be. The movie is as real as it can get minus a few strange scenes but you’ll have to watch the movie to know what I’m talking about.
Ok so what would you do? Your best friend is being cheated on by his/her significant other. Husband or wife. Girlfriend or boyfriend. Do you tell him/her? Do you confront the cheater?
I’m telling and I’m not sorry for you or your cheating significant other. I don’t know the situation but I’m telling. You’re my best friend and I don’t use that term loosely. In fact I don’t like that “best friend” term because it puts one friend over another. I value each and all my true friends very, very much. But I’ve learned to accept that there are people in my life who are worth more to me than others. That I hold higher and keep closer to me than others. And because you’re at that level with me, I’m telling. I won’t ever know what the situation is behind closed doors, when the cheating started, or what the catalyst was that began the breakdown of the relationship and eventually led to the betrayal unless you tell me. Frankly, I really don’t care but I’m telling and you may hate me for it but you missed it. The signs, clues, red flags, whatever. But I don’t want you to keep missing it.
I wouldn’t confront the cheater because I know that confrontation is going to happen. I don’t care what the reasons are for what you’re doing. There’s no gray area with me when it comes to this. You man/woman up. Both of you. You’re both at fault period. You let it happen, whether you knew it or not. You both made the choices that led up to it, whether they were insignificant or huge. I’m going to side with my best friend and my relationship with you, cheater, remains in question. It depends on how close I am to you. I will forgive you eventually but I won’t forget.
Time heals all wounds but you’re still left with scars.
“Nice guys finish last because they put their women first.”
The title is a true statement in a sense for most guys but it’s a really general statement. I feel like going on a rant. Let’s break this down shall we?
There isn’t anything wrong with putting your woman first when it comes to certain situations. Being a true Gentleman, you’ll know the times that you will put your woman first. Those are times when she needs to be comforted, listened to, guided. But that doesn’t mean it should happen all the time.
Hopefully you’re with a woman and not a girl that wants attention of all sorts all the time. She’s grown and a mature adult. She’s got her big girl shoes on and she’s tough enough to fight her battles on her own and if she really needs the help she’ll come get it.
Bottom line here is Nice Guy, YOU finish LAST because YOU put HER in front of everything and everyone. You lose your worth and your respect from her and she takes advantage.
What’s all this crap about “ASSHOLES” getting all the Nice Women? First, assholes may get the girls but they don’t keep them for long. And that’s what they’re getting girls, not women. I’ve been there and I’ve done that lots of times and have hurt my fare share of great, great girls and I attribute their now better choices of men to my failings. It doesn’t last and if you’re a woman out there with an asshole and are still trying to make it work, he’s more than likely screwing you over. Sometimes you gotta let shit go. Oh and where does shit come out…yup ASSHOLES.
I’ll give it up to those punk, wanna be GENTLEMEN. They’ve got 1st Place when it comes to confidence, and in that race YOU, Nice Guy, are 2nd to the FAT GUY. You don’t come with it, you ain’t gonna get it. Confidence is like catnip to women. Stop being the damn scratching pole and litter box. Get that kitty and for God’s sake man, POSTURE UP!
You’re an easy mark. You’re the guy in waiting. You’ll jump through hoops on fire, while being shot at, chased by ravenous hyenas, to get her to pay attention and ultimately like you. You’ll give up serious time for reasons that get you nowhere. Hey it’s nice for her but what is it to you? “Every moment with her is precious!” WTF was she forged by Sauron?
Sorry, she’s still not your girl and that’s what you want.
Ok, ok, I don’t want to bash you all night. It’s good that you’re a nice guy. You have the foundation. You are dependable, responsible, a good if not great friend. Relationships that start with that kind of foundation LAST. You’re the guy she’s referring to when she’s hanging out with her girls. That perfect guy. You are what she wants. You have it already. You just have to find it within yourself.
“I’m not an asshole. I’m a nice guy with an angle.”
Find your angle and capitalize.
Rant over.
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I don’t know about giving her all my time but I tend to agree with most of this.
