Not a clue, its been posted in a few journals - here it is:
Part 1
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last,
that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and
bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point.
This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean
on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open
doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside
the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys
that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their
female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most
girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with
open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in
honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to
her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends
back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door,
for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of
the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for
compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by
the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who
are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being
boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated,
and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled,
and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone,
and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly
dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And
even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you
assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This
is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever
orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her
and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And
even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the
guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a
counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time
she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing
“serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you
knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you,
justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh,
but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a
symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice
like that.
