friend sent me this url. . thought i'd pass the word ard. cheers, to all the nice guys (and girls) out there.
ODE TO THE NICE GUYS
Ode to the Nice Guys stolen off cheshirefeline This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
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 GTA3 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.
had a bloody wonderful week! yeah i know i'm supposed to be studying but this wk was too good to resist.. guess with caring friends like these, you can't stay down for long. *muaks*! let's see.. wed: discovered menotti's @raffles city with veen. mon-fri, 1730-2030 free appetizer buffet with purchase of cocktail/ wine/ some exotic alcohol. o lovely tequila.. ;) also went to new asia bar with joshua and benson. btw veen's friend benson is this tall guy who plays waterpolo i think.. hmm more on that later. fri: went to sentosa with zionites, my awfully "onz" group of freshies this recent foc. casualties included a sony digital camera(!) and a nokia h/p, but i had a great day.. present sunburns notwithstanding. was bloody lonely though. conclusion: do not, unless thou hath extremely thick epidermis and/or an unbelievably cheery disposition that will not die, go on an outing solo to such areas with couples for company. ooh.. no one to go hunting with tt day *squints at veen* sat: met lc for dinner after a terribly long day of string torture.. aft tt had a long stroll from raffles place mrt to suntec to capitol bldg. was one of those things you'd always wanted to do, have a peaceful, quiet stroll on a cool evening with a good friend, all other problems far away for that moment. well for me at least =P good luck dear bear, don't drive yourself up the wall pondering abt stuff. sun: went to listen to free sco concert @botanical gardens with jon. another one of those things to do before you die, lying there in the grass with someone who makes you happy, listening to music and watching the clouds do their stuff, while little tissue box holders (aka tiny furred dogs) scurried around chasing little kids who were adorable w/o getting on your nerves.
i loved last week =)
oh btw here's a pic of a duck with an identity crisis. it was tagging along with the 2 swans in the pond, looking for all the world like just another swan save for the (very prominent) beak and the fact that the darn thing was quacking. swans didn't seem to mind, though. kinky cross-species thing going on? =P
apparently you don't need to join sdu nowadays, you just need to get your face into veen's msn pic and voila! all the willing victims you could ever dream of. hehe well that seems to be the case for me now.. gloating while i still can. apparently now 3 (three! ooh!! maybe they're all blind though. or have some sick vow to make themselves as miserable as poss.) of her friends have asked abt me. aforementioned benson's one of them. but he's attached to some hk girl who's well, in hk or sth. but no, i won't do that, even if the other party wants to. i believe there're enough people, or at the very least, scottish terriers to go around, so couples should be left alone. number 2 is some tall guy called mitchell. although the name factor sounds cute (mitch and mitch.. heh) i don't know.. no. 3's a china guy who introduced himself by messaging friendster, asking if i need help in math. Erm. plus the fact that me no speakee chinese.. we gonna do sign language?
don't get me wrong. i'm flattered, i am. maybe they're all truly nice and wonderful. maybe my next blog entry will be about how one of them is really nice. but right now i don't feel like doing anything, just want to stay where i am till d-day comes crashing down on me and i regret not doing anything. suicidal, yes. dumb, yes. we know not what we do. why on earth are we so drawn to personal ties? why do they stick in the mind and refuse to leave? you don't see lovelorn sheep bleating pitifully about the ewe who stole their heart.
alrighty i notice i'm getting all boring now. just one last thought for the day, for everyone: it's not about finding the perfect person, it's finding the person who thinks you're perfect.
more trivia abt SBS (the school, not the public transport service):
it's been 2 yrs in uni, and the lecturers are getting more and more interesting, the better we get to know them. for starters, this sem we have a sammo hung- lookalike who carries a full-size yellow bamboo stick to lectures to use as a pointer. don't ask why he doesn't use a laser pointer, or the mouse cursor. he looks too hilarious with the stick for us to suggest the mouse i guess.
and then there's the adorable org chem brit prof, with his irresistable evil (yet still cute) snicker. it goes like "hnggh", with slight contraction of nasal cavity muscles. there's also the other org chem prof, the indian one.. i'm not being racist or anything, but after his lectures i always have a terrible craving for murtabak. think it's his thick bollywood accent.
and this sem i meet the most interesting one yet (btw, org brit remarked that there are at least 10 diff meanings to the word "interesting", dep on the tone and occasion used). mr spanish guy looks like one of those mafia henchmen skulking ard in the background, and he sends us the darnest emails. methinks he's bored and lonely, but i'm not complaining:
student who does not take english as 1st language: Dir Sir
Sorry u mean 12am or 12 pm?if 12 am does that mean we have to hand it in on wednesdays before eveving.Thanks you very much
hapless prof: Dear all,
Apologies for the confusion. I should not have used 12 am (or 12 pm) as they are both meaningless. As you may know, the expressions pm and am come from Latin. "Ante" means before and "post" means after. Meri-diem means half (meri) of the day (diem), ie, 12 noon. Therefore 12 am or 12 pm is a totally ambiguous expression. For example, 12 midnight is both 12 h before and 12 after the meridiem (12 noon), so is both 12 am and 12 pm, whereas 12 noon is neither 12 am or 12 am, it is just "m".
I guess what I meant is 11.59 am. Some Latin for you today
so there. told u i had adorable lecturers. of course they aren't so adorable when it comes to exams, but at least modules become a little more interesting.
watched "alfie" yesterday, v good movie starring jude law. handsome bugger can get away with anything, including whispering lovingly into a girl's ear, while smirking and rolling his eyes at the camera behind her back. but the whole thing was touching, abt how this playboy flirts around but in the end really discovers that everyone's cut him out of their lives. the movie ended with him talking about how he was finally single and available, independent and with no one being dependant on him, free as a bird, no strings attached and free to hit on gorgeous birds at pubs. But he had nothing really, possessed nothing important in his life.
as we all know school's started yet again.. and so has violin practice. gonna have a grand concert soon (anyone wants to pre-order tix? hehe), so the intensive (3 bloody times a wk!) sessions do get on our nerves. hence:
school's started, and i have a whole new stack of entertainment- veen's lent me "introducing wine", while lc has very kindly dug out trainspotting, pulp fiction and lots of other stuff. just watched trainspotting. highly recommended! warning: may cause viewer to swoon over obi-wan's ridiculous yet strangely sexy accent.