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TheLonelySkeptic
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Now I know all you women out there insist that most men are pigs, but how do you account for the fact that out of the six girls I've dated, all but two of them have cheated on me? I consider myself a "nice guy." I mean, I really go out of my way to be a knight in shining armor, because that's what I've always thought you girls wanted -- your own Prince Charming. So why is it that whenever I find myself "polishing my armor" I get stabbed in the back? Please. I know why men cheat -- it's pretty self-explanatory. But why do women cheat? Please, enlighten me, and by all means defend your gender. I have little faith I'll find "the one" and if I do, my trust issues will doubtlessly sabotage any chance at a lasting relationship. So tell me, why do they cheat?
Just some conditions to consider when answering:
Of the four girls who cheated on me, two were highly-involved church girls, neither of which had any signs of a sex drive. One was a girl I had known since kindergarten who I thought to be my best friend. And the last was my fiancee, an "honest artist" who insisted I was her one true love.
So don't tell me I'm looking in all the wrong places.
On Valentines day two years ago, I set up white Christmas lights all around my parent's deck (I was eighteen then), cooked my girl dinner and even wrote her a /*******/ sonnet which I /read/ to her over /candlelight/. Yeah, perhaps it's a little overkill, but Jesus Christ what other guy would go through all that trouble only to be /cheated on/ two days later? Was it that I was taken for a sap who tried too hard? Or was I too "dramatic?" We had been dating for over a year, so it's not I was some creepy mouth-breather giving a confused girl more than she asked for.
So don't tell me I wasn't good to them.
I'm no George Clooney (ode to the running joke. I don't actually find George good-looking.), but I'm not ugly. I'm six-foot five inches tall, not skinny but not overweight. Hansomely Scandanavian mutt; you know, fair skin, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm a bit of a romantic (wrote her a sonnet ;/) and quite passionate (I admit that I do, occasionally, imagine crawling tiredly into bed with her, whoever "her" ends up being...my pillow doubtlessly hates me for this.)
So don't tell me I wasn't enough for them.
I am a nice guy. I'm not a fighter. I don't seek undue attention and I'm not offensively argumentative (I am defensively, and when I'm passionate about something I'll not hesitate to speak out). I'm reserved and slow to anger. . .admittedly it's a bit of a chore to get me out of my comfort zone ;P
So don't suggest I was too unpredictable.
Eh. So. Why do you do it, ladies? Why do you set out to find nice, well-meaning guys like myself, and make us jump through hoops just so you can have your way with us? Does it make you feel empowered or something? e_e
Just some conditions to consider when answering:
Of the four girls who cheated on me, two were highly-involved church girls, neither of which had any signs of a sex drive. One was a girl I had known since kindergarten who I thought to be my best friend. And the last was my fiancee, an "honest artist" who insisted I was her one true love.
So don't tell me I'm looking in all the wrong places.
On Valentines day two years ago, I set up white Christmas lights all around my parent's deck (I was eighteen then), cooked my girl dinner and even wrote her a /*******/ sonnet which I /read/ to her over /candlelight/. Yeah, perhaps it's a little overkill, but Jesus Christ what other guy would go through all that trouble only to be /cheated on/ two days later? Was it that I was taken for a sap who tried too hard? Or was I too "dramatic?" We had been dating for over a year, so it's not I was some creepy mouth-breather giving a confused girl more than she asked for.
So don't tell me I wasn't good to them.
I'm no George Clooney (ode to the running joke. I don't actually find George good-looking.), but I'm not ugly. I'm six-foot five inches tall, not skinny but not overweight. Hansomely Scandanavian mutt; you know, fair skin, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm a bit of a romantic (wrote her a sonnet ;/) and quite passionate (I admit that I do, occasionally, imagine crawling tiredly into bed with her, whoever "her" ends up being...my pillow doubtlessly hates me for this.)
So don't tell me I wasn't enough for them.
I am a nice guy. I'm not a fighter. I don't seek undue attention and I'm not offensively argumentative (I am defensively, and when I'm passionate about something I'll not hesitate to speak out). I'm reserved and slow to anger. . .admittedly it's a bit of a chore to get me out of my comfort zone ;P
So don't suggest I was too unpredictable.
Eh. So. Why do you do it, ladies? Why do you set out to find nice, well-meaning guys like myself, and make us jump through hoops just so you can have your way with us? Does it make you feel empowered or something? e_e