Come on ladies, why?

I want to share something with you, the only two or three people that will ever read this, that has bothered me since high school. Why do women think that just because I'm a guy, that all I want is to dance in your pants? I've seen that look before, that look that says "back off buddy, you're not getting any." Wanna know when I got that look? When holding a fucking door in senior year for some girl who had three books in her arms.

I've always tried to be a gentleman, as all men should. I hold doors, offer help to anyone who I think needs it, and try to be an overall nice guy to those I know and do not know. A common feminist propaganda slogan has always been that guys want nothing but sex from women and that's all they think the female gender exists for. Well, that's total pig shit.

I had to deal with being the "creepy" and "loser" kid throughout middle and high school. I don't know why it was me, I was not one to fight back easily because I didn't want to. I was a shy and peaceful kid. Of course, now I realize that I should have pushed back and stood up for myself. Naturally, this did nothing good for my social perception of the world. I gathered that everyone laughed at me, everyone hated me, and that no one would be my friend without getting paid for it. With this in mind, it's safe to assume I never had a girlfriend in high/middle school, which was true. The only thing I could do was be nice to girls and hope they'd respond.

I held the door for this unamed whore, who was always a bitch to me, laughing at me, and calling me names whenever her friends were around. But I was too polite to spite her, so I held a door for her because she had a lot of books in hand. My mistake. I should have let the door shut on her pompous face and let her fall on her anorexic ass, then she'd have a reason to hate me. Instead, I held it and she flashed me a stare I'll never forget.

You know how it is when someone gives you a look so clear that you know just what they're thinking or wanting to say. Well this tramp gave me a glare that seemed to be an odd mix of disgust, pain, and sadness. It was a strange look that translated to, "No I won't fuck you, loser." Now, this wasn't just my pathetic assumption, I later heard her talking to her friends and saying that she thought I was stalking her and wanted her. I could have easily snapped. I should have, because now my reputation had sunk lower than it had ever been.

What am I getting? Well ladies, not all guys are boner flailing horn dogs who want nothing more than just a bit of poontang pie, some of us are actually human and think with the right head. The amount of nice guys in this world is diminishing quickly and girls are settling for guys that no one should ever even think of going near. On the other hand however, to the girls who can't keep their hands off of anything with a penis, you need to check yourself.

And guys, one last thing . . . stop hitting on girls with Myspace. If you seriously suck at life so much that you have to stalk teenagers on a webpage, kill yourself. Or hopefully someone else will kill you. Nothing is more disgusting than some socially retarded ass tickler who hits on fifteen year old girls.

And to girls on the same note, STOP BEING MYSPACE WHORES. If I see another myspace page with a picture of a fourteen year old in skimpy clothing, I'm going to burn something. With the flames shooting from eyes and the gasoline spewing from my forehead. A major turn off for me is when a woman does not respect her body. If she travels like the town bike, letting everyone ride her, then she deserves everything she gets. Girls who try to get attention by pumping out picture after slutty picture of them strattling couches or chairs should not be allowed to bitch about stalkers.

Damnit. People piss me off.