He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
- Cervantes, Spanish Novelist, Dramatist, and Poet (1547-1616)
So I’m looking at the results from my Vote and Pick My Hairstyle! post and while I think the overwhelming choice of my visitors to the blog may have been related to how incredibly handsome I look with the hair slicked back, I can’t help but wonder if part of the vote might have come from the serious look I had in the two slicked back hair photos. It reminded me of an article I read from the Daily Mail . . .
It is said that if you smile, the world smiles with you. But if you are a man, you may be smiling alone.
Research shows that women don’t find happy men attractive.
The study, which helps explain the enduring appeal of James Dean, Marlon Brando and other film stars with broody good looks, found that expressions of pride and shame are more likely to win a girl’s heart.
In other words, nice guys finish last.
Source: Daily Mail
I was such a nice guy when I was in high school. It got me nowhere. Girls would often be fond of me, they were fond of me like you might be fond of a puppy dog, and it was the beginning of my training. I looked around and saw all the guys who did get the chicks, and it hit me that there was some strange formula, it seemed like the more they acted like they couldn’t care less, the more the girls would be totally hooked on them.
So I was trained by the girls in high school, and when I got out of that scene with a totally clean slate and a chance to reinvent myself, I made a conscious decision not to give a damn. “I don’t give a fuck.” At first it was an act, but then it became natural and the next thing I knew, I was practically swimming in pussy. I wanted to be a nice guy, but it was a thousand times nicer to act like an asshole and have two or three different girls I could hook up with on any given night.
I like stories of high school sweethearts because you know that’s a love that’s true and genuine, and maybe there are some guys who are genuine assholes who live for the moment and bang lots of girls because they were born sociopaths and it feels good, but something I find kind of funny and highly ironic is the fact that for the nice guys who didn’t know any other way to be, it was you girls of the high school scene who trained us to be cool, and by cool I mean cold.
Damn, it almost makes me want to go out and tell some lies to the girl who ignores the guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and would totally do anything just to hold her hand.