There are two sides to the person I am around women. The first is the sarcastic, bordering mean, yet playful Jon, who does whatever he wants without a care for what anyone else might think. The other is the nice, sentimental, I’m an intellectual who just wants to find someone whose company he can enjoy on a deeper level. This second guy is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet and will fulfill your every desire. He’s a loser.
No girl has ever fallen for the the nice guy side of me. It has never happened. Sure, I’ve shown that side to a few people, but they didn’t, initially, fall in love with the “nice Jon.” Every girl that has had a thing for me fell for the sarcastic, bordering mean, Jon. When I throw out the nice guy card, things always turn cold, quick.
You would think that I might have learned my lesson and would just let sarcastic Jon rule my social interactions, but no, that’s not the case. I still let the nice guy do his thing, no matter how pathetic it becomes and then sarcastic, cool, Jon has to back peddle for months and approach the scenario from the “right” angle.
I’m done being nice, girls. Why did you make me do that?
