Curse of the nice guy

Curse of the 'Nice Guy' By Steven McQuillan

I have wrote poems for complete strangers that have touched them so
deeply they have wept, I have written short stories for my friends and
strangers that have been hailed as master-pieces. I have written
potential short films that people implore me too tell them over and
over again just for the concept. Yet no girl wants anything to do with
me, I have been made a fool of time and time again by both female and
male best friends.

I'm tired, I hear my friends tell stories of bedding fifteen year old
schoolgirls to the delight of the gathering masses. I hear them talk
about how they took disgusting pictures when these girls where asleep
they offer to show the evidence nearly everyone accepts to look, I
refuse. For this, for me not taking part I am now cast as an outsider,
a fool, an idiot, a moron, a buffoon and above all else 'a nice guy',
the last being the most heinous of crimes,

I saw a girl brought to tears the other night by her overbearing,
uncaring boyfriend. My brother another in the bloodline of 'nice guys'
comforted her, no strings, just a hug, she never even said thank you
(he's liked her from the moment he saw her, she said no way). I've
tried dressing up, talking, flirting, shyness etc..., no one not a
single person has ever for one moment thought, hang on maybe I'll give
you a chance.

You sound so bitter I hear everyone cry, of course I'm bitter I hear
and most of all feel constant double standards. I see pretty girls wish
a guy would listen and like them for who they are, I ask them out and
get laughed at. I see guys use, abuse, cheat and tear girls hearts out
and the more they do it, well the more their chased, they may as well
be pop stars. Here's the funny part I'm the guy they talk too, every
time this happens, I wouldn't mind if I was 18,19,20 I'm 25 and and so
very, very tired.

I tell you all what I'll start stealing cars, sleeping with prostitutes
(ask your boyfriends), taking drugs, I'll wear shell suits, sell drugs
to kids and maybe just maybe you'll find me disgusting enough to think
about dating me. Or perhaps if you feel like a challenge you'll tread
the forbidden territory, you'll go against every instinct (instinct =
TV) in your body and try a 'nice guy'. You know the one : -

Who doesn't use shyness as an excuse for girls
The one doesn't profess love for every single ex-girlfriend
The one who actually smiles when you wave at him.
The guy who's their if you need him (but you never ask).
The guy you laugh at cause all the other guys and your friends do
too.
The guy who will love you so passionately he will make you weep with
joy.

Your not sure who I'm talking about are you I tell you what, sit down
in work, college, uni, library, etc.. close your eyes and look for the
chap glancing at you by the wall, or in the corner and the guy who
pretends not to be when you look back. Not sure sit next too him watch
him shake with nerves, and their he is, the future lover, the future
father, the current outcast, the soul mate and above all else the
writer of this letter.