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 You are too hot & everyone is afraid to approach you
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You are too hot & everyone is afraid to approach you
Well........there's that too.......... 
OMFG!!!!!!!!!! Too funny!!!!!!!!! |
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I was offering a different angle
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The fact remains that nice people don't get anywhere, especially in the realm of dating and crap.
The only ones getting anywhere are the outright jerks who think of nothing but themselves, whether it be for love or money. They're totally willing to sell their own grandmothers out if it meant they got what they wanted, while the conscience of the "nice" types would get in the way of things. If you wanna start getting dates, then start being a jerk. it's as simple as that. |
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I was offering a different angle
hahahahahaa!!!!!!!!!!! I find it so funny that the whole indefinable 'nice' thing is the thing....the excuse some use. |
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Edited by
Jess642
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Sat 03/14/09 11:42 PM
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The fact remains that nice people don't get anywhere, especially in the realm of dating and crap. The only ones getting anywhere are the outright jerks who think of nothing but themselves, whether it be for love or money. They're totally willing to sell their own grandmothers out if it meant they got what they wanted, while the conscience of the "nice" types would get in the way of things. If you wanna start getting dates, then start being a jerk. it's as simple as that. But........but.but I am a 'jerk'....I'm not 'nice'...... so why me?????????? 
Why am I single??? You said 'jerks' win..... so why am I single????? *********************** DISCLAIMER......if you haven't figured it out yet, I am taking the p*ss out of the whole whiney single nice thing.... I really don't require help...I'm beyond it..
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...am I single??? I am such a great catch! Witty, intelligent, articulate, knowledgable...all of those alleged great attributes... Honest, trustworthy.... it's the 'nice' thing, isn't it? 
It's that damned 'nice' thing..... 
So what about handicapped people who have an underdeveloped 'nice' gene? They're people too... Is is possible you are too picky ....and that you tend to pick the wrong ones for you? |
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...am I single??? I am such a great catch! Witty, intelligent, articulate, knowledgable...all of those alleged great attributes... Honest, trustworthy.... it's the 'nice' thing, isn't it?
It's that damned 'nice' thing.....
So what about handicapped people who have an underdeveloped 'nice' gene? They're people too... Is is possible you are too picky ....and that you tend to pick the wrong ones for you? Darlin'.... I don't get 'picked'.....no-one comes near me.... (it's that instinctual need for self preservation, I think)
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The fact remains that nice people don't get anywhere, especially in the realm of dating and crap. The only ones getting anywhere are the outright jerks who think of nothing but themselves, whether it be for love or money. They're totally willing to sell their own grandmothers out if it meant they got what they wanted, while the conscience of the "nice" types would get in the way of things. If you wanna start getting dates, then start being a jerk. it's as simple as that. Or just stop *****ing about "nice guys finish last" and maybe use the time to finish the race... |
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Jess, you are your own worst enemy
Sometimes I am the same way!! |
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Jess, you are your own worst enemy
Sometimes I am the same way!! hahahahaha....I'm my bestest friend!!!!!!!!!! 
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DISCLAIMER......if you haven't figured it out yet, I am taking the p*ss out of the whole whiney single nice thing.... I really don't require help...I'm beyond it.. ********************************************************************* |
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Goota go.... now you all play not 'nice' for me....and solve the problems of the world, and when I get back I will grade your answers...
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Edited by
scttrbrain
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Sat 03/14/09 11:54 PM
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I'll pick you Lee....
  Dad gummit.....come'ere darlin. Give Kat a hug.
Kat 
I'm still single. No one comes near me either. Aaauunnnd I am a jerk...nice...bichy....whiney....lovable.....no one cares. Hows that? |
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I'll pick you Lee.... Dad gummit.....come'ere darlin. Give Kat a hug.
Kat
I'm still single. No one comes near me either. Aaauunnnd I am a jerk...nice...bichy....whiney....lovable.....no one cares. Hows that? You're mine....baby.
Mwah Kat....gotta run, see you on the flip side, lovely.
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...am I single??? I am such a great catch! Witty, intelligent, articulate, knowledgable...all of those alleged great attributes... Honest, trustworthy.... it's the 'nice' thing, isn't it?
It's that damned 'nice' thing.....
So what about handicapped people who have an underdeveloped 'nice' gene? They're people too... Is is possible you are too picky ....and that you tend to pick the wrong ones for you? Darlin'.... I don't get 'picked'.....no-one comes near me.... (it's that instinctual need for self preservation, I think)
HeeHee....I don't get "picked" either. I can relate. I usually do the pickin'. And its often not the best for me, beneath the surface. Or is it. 
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Guys... and by that I mean non-judgmental women, can you tell me what went wrong with my last date?
First, I got my own transportation, borrowed a scooter that had been propping open the door of my neighbor's kid's meth lab and spent the time to wash it... twice. Then, I told her not to worry because she's waaay over 21 (the legally required age to ride sans bean-bucket) and she just sulked on the way, wouldn't answer when I pointed historical things out, y'know, the first place I made out... in that Nova station wagon up on blocks behind the preschool, the store that my Uncle Starchy fell off of when he was drunk or even the strip club where I was conceived. We finally got to McDonald's, after stopping at a little corner shop because I'd had a few beers on the porch by the time she finally got to my place, (I swear she's got the shortest legs ever...) anyhoo, she complained that I'd left her outside in a bad neighborhood. Apparently, she's got this political thing against meat, so we went to Taco Bell and she wasn't happier but I finally got her to eat something, which I even paid for. She's still sulking and I realize that as the man, it's my job to make conversation, so I tell her about the time I picked up roadkill so that I could get "I Mom" tattooed on my left thigh.
Not amused. I told an Obama joke about the chicken leg in the place of Lady Liberty's torch and she actually went to the bathroom and didn't come back. So, was the problem that my giant *ssed, dumpster-diving crab ate a cat in front of her or am I just too sexy? (The above is for entertainment purposes only and should not, under any circumstances be considered factual. Any similarities to real events should be considered your own dumb fault.) |
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she dumped you b/c you were a nice guy.... |
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Guys... and by that I mean non-judgmental women, can you tell me what went wrong with my last date? First, I got my own transportation, borrowed a scooter that had been propping open the door of my neighbor's kid's meth lab and spent the time to wash it... twice. Then, I told her not to worry because she's waaay over 21 (the legally required age to ride sans bean-bucket) and she just sulked on the way, wouldn't answer when I pointed historical things out, y'know, the first place I made out... in that Nova station wagon up on blocks behind the preschool, the store that my Uncle Starchy fell off of when he was drunk or even the strip club where I was conceived. We finally got to McDonald's, after stopping at a little corner shop because I'd had a few beers on the porch by the time she finally got to my place, (I swear she's got the shortest legs ever...) anyhoo, she complained that I'd left her outside in a bad neighborhood. Apparently, she's got this political thing against meat, so we went to Taco Bell and she wasn't happier but I finally got her to eat something, which I even paid for. She's still sulking and I realize that as the man, it's my job to make conversation, so I tell her about the time I picked up roadkill so that I could get "I Mom" tattooed on my left thigh.
Not amused. I told an Obama joke about the chicken leg in the place of Lady Liberty's torch and she actually went to the bathroom and didn't come back. So, was the problem that my giant *ssed, dumpster-diving crab ate a cat in front of her or am I just too sexy? (The above is for entertainment purposes only and should not, under any circumstances be considered factual. Any similarities to real events should be considered your own dumb fault.) |
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