You Want The Romantic Comedy Guy?

 

Shout out to Rob for this one about all you ladies who claim and preach how badly you want the nice romantic comedy guys to just come in and sweep you off your feet. Yet as it turns out this is the biggest front anyone has every seen because the only guys you go for are the Ed Hardy wearing jerkoff's who take steroids. Basically, stop playing the violin, would you like some cheese with that wine?

This is what you all do. You go to a bar, you sit at the bar with a giant stick up your ass. Like the stick up your ass is so big it might as well be a telephone pole. Then what happens is the nice guy actually comes up to talk to you and you turn around and give him the, "Why are you trying to talk to me," look. But you go climb all over the asshole on steroids in the corner and then you complain that he doesn't treat you right.  

What am I missing? You ask for the nice guy but you constantly go for the assholes. I'm a little confused but I expect it at this point. You must actually enjoy getting treated like a total piece of shit. You can't complain about not finding a nice guy and then go home and mouth bang the asshole. That's not the way the world works. And yes, Ed Hardy wearing douche bag is most likely going to take full advantage of your drunkenness. 

So do you really want the romantic comedy guy? Or are you just saying that you want the romantic comedy guy to come off like you're suddenly this nice girl who doesn't blow every muscle bound dickhead at the bar? Whatever the case may be, we don't wanna hear you complain anymore. To us you're just the little bitch who cried wolf. We don't even hear you anymore.