They say that nice guys finishes last.
What a true statement. Even though in my high school life I tried to be a so-called thug, I couldn’t achieve ultimate bad boy status. It wasn’t in me. I generally turned back to what was natural for me, being nice. However I had my moments in the sun to be the mean dude, but that didn’t last long. I didn’t like it. I don’t know how men can do it.
How can men cheat on their woman and still keep the love of their life?
My cousins were the handsome, tall and fit good looking males. They could walk into the room and have any girl drop their jaws. They were handsome, attractive men. They would date one girl and date another simultaneously. If a girl would find out they were being cheated on they would cry and then try to work it out. Why? Maybe because my cousins were drop dead gorgeous in their eyes. Maybe because they were treated wrong so that fed into a mentality of maybe they can change the man. See, I was the guy that you go to if you wanted to talk about your man problems. I had that all my life. I’m not complaining that’s just how it was. I’m the best friend, the good guy, the safe bet.
I’m a good guy but not bad enough to be with.
Sure I hear that all the time, “Kevin you’re a great guy she’ll come along.” Right. I’m not bitter I just wonder why this overly sensitive male can’t hold on to a woman. When I get cheated on the woman will say, “You’re just too good for me.” Like that makes it justifiable. Am I overly nice? I’m not romantic. I know that for sure. Is being a non-romantic qualify me as a bad boy? haha. I seriously doubt it.
I’m ok with being last.
I’m not concerned with bashing tall, dark and handsome bad boys. I’m just curious of why I’m last? Maybe because she is coming along. Maybe it’s because my calling in life is to be there for those that really need some uplifting. I’ve been last all my life. Last to finish the 1 mile run, last in line, and the last one to get a girl. I mean the best things come to those who wait, right?
That’s right. I’ll wait. I’m patient. So what if I missed out on having a high school sweetheart. Who cares. I didn’t go to prom, I worked the night of prom. I had other responsibilities in high school besides trying to be a popular guy. I had to dedicate my senior year to helping my grandfather. He was my life at the time. I also had a job. I worked from 6pm-11pm almost every night. I even had night school. I was making up for a horrible freshman year. So see, I was busy. I finished last because I put others first. I always do. It’s in my nature. I wanted that crazy life of being in my twenties. However I didn’t. I stopped at 23 to help my parents with 12 kids. I used to be bitter. That’s because I didn’t realize what I had done. It’s not everyday you ask a 23 year old to stop his life to care for others. I mean why not. It’s not a matter of why me, it’s a matter of who else but me?
Make me last. It’s ok. I am confident about myself and I refuse to be the thug that a woman wants. I am working on being the person God called me to be. For the most part, a nice guy.