Another evening goes by, The nice guy trudges his ass home, alone, tired, and frustrated. He watched yet another jerk steal the girl he had his eyes on. He talked to her for a little while but nothing came from it. He failed to ask her for her number. He failed to make her feel attracted towards him. He thought she must only like jerks. His thoughts centered around why she would put up with this guy’s shit when he could be there for her. He could show her what it felt like to be treated like a princess if she would have only give him a chance, but she didn’t!
alone
I use to know this feeling all too well. The longer we go without a date, the longer we go without a relationship, the longer we go without experiencing deep intimacy or a great sexual experience…
Seems to take that goal of companionship further away from us.
