So where was she???!!! Where did she disappear to?
Well… you might have guessed it…
Hanging around with the “dickhead” and being swept off her feet.
Because deep down, “He was a really sweet guy.”
Can you detect my sarcasm there?
I was pissed off and more angry than ever.
After all I hadn’t got any in so long and what kind of woman was willing to give it up to some asshole who didn’t need it.
And not give it to the one guy who needed it the most…me!
Luckily she reassured me that they only fooled around a little. Yeah she did not have sex with him. I guess she wanted me to not hate her too much.
Aside from that my hope in being with her was not far away.
We were invited to a wedding so of course I began my “nice guy” scheming.
We would get drunk and dance a little. Everybody would see us together and we would look great.
We would be mistaken as a couple and for one night this foolish guy would have the envy of every guy in the room.
Hey I did tell you how hot she was, didn’t I?
Well we did get drunk and yes lots of people thought we were a couple.
I even gave her a drunken lap dance in the lobby. It was almost a perfect evening.
Except when we got home she was so drunk she went straight to her bedroom and closed her door.
The disappointment creeped into every part of my body and I felt more lonelier than ever, confused, and of course depressed and the alcohol only made it worse.
But Hey, it’s not like I wasn’t used to those feelings. It was just another night I was not getting any. Especially from her.
My head sunk low I went to my room and passed right out.
A few hours later my sleep was interrupted by a shaking and nope it wasn’t an earthquake.
The walls were paper-thin and the doors were even thinner.
Any movement in our house caused the doors to rattle and the walls to creak.
I heard her laugh and assumed she was on the phone. Except I swear I heard a man’s voice.
Things got weird because then it suddenly got real quiet… I laid there wide awake wondering and getting more pissed off because my mind was racing with,
“Was she talking to “jerk boy” again? How dare she spend the evening with me and go right home to call his stupid ass!!! “
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound that still rings in my head to this day.
I struggled to hear it at first but again, lucky for me, it got louder and louder…
She was moaning and her bed was smacking against the wall as the “asshole” was having his way with her.
Not more than twenty feet from my bedroom!!!!
And it hurt.
Our relationship, sorry, our “friendship” was never the same again.
She even pleaded with me saying how it was their first time. So I of course graciously thanked her for letting me be there for their first time doing it.
I thanked for allowing me to listen in to her wonderful experience.
I thanked her for not showing me any common decency or respect for not screwing him the first time at his place and not ours.
I put up with it for a while.
After all I never saw him. He knew how much I hated him and there was no way she was going to allow us in the same room at the same time.
I was so angry I’m sure he was a little worried about me attacking him. So she kept us apart.
You see I was beginning to think he was a cool guy because he knew how I felt about her. He knew about our relationship but chose not to open his mouth or even threaten me.
I even figured, hey maybe there’s a chance he is just a mistaken bad boy because he had not attacked me yet. Hell I know I wouldn’t have been able to handle a close friend like me messing with my women. I would have flipped.
Unfortunately once again I was wrong…
He never came after me because he preferred to hit women.
Apparently it was much easier to beat up on a girl instead of someone who would fight back or worse yet, get others involved in our obviously childish and pointless feud over a woman I would never had and who he took full advantage of.
I learned a lot from that experience.
It was a pivotal time in my life where I decided I was not going to put up with that kind of shit again.
That was when I decided to start being the jerk myself ( and so I thought ) and would finally get my share of women.
Yeah I was wrong yet again…
The nice guy who becomes a jerk just to get laid is only pretending.
So instead of women falling all over me they would now run from me fast and hard.
I became even more confused.
I thought tuning into a bastard would get me somewhere but it didn’t.
Forced to take a hard look at how women work if I was ever to get past this point in my life.
I realized there was something more going on with this whole attraction thing and it had little to do with just being an abusive jerk or overly nice and maniulative.
That’s when I realized everything I learned to that day watching one jackass after another land some of the hottest girls I have ever met… that attraction had little to do with just being a jerk.
And it had even less to do with being a nice guy.
It took me years to develop my “nice guys approach” but it all really started with her.
I just didn’t know at the time where it would lead me.
If you’re a nice guy who has connected with my story then I’m sure you have your own too.
I want you to know you do NOT have to let a decade pass before you figure it all out.
And you certainly don’t have to go through the bullshit anymore.
You do NOT have to turn yourself into an abusive jerk thinking it’s going to get you laid or help you land a hot girlfriend.
This was the very beginning of my “nice guy” approach….