The problem with being the nice guy…

There is a problem inherent of being the typical nice guy.

We are kinda… well, nice.

You know. Kinda… “He’s such a nice guy.” Kinda. “Why don’t you date him, he’s such a good little boy.” Kinda. “We found a girl for you tonight, Dave!”

Yeah. So we’re incapable of doing jack for ourselves. Honestly.

You know the gas station girl I’ve had a crush on for like months now? Have I talked to her yet? Have I asked her for coffee? Have I hit on her?

No. Of course not. I’m a nice guy. We finish last.

Honestly, maybe I should grow a fucking spine already and say something to her. Anything. It’s better than driving by and not being able to run in for smokes cause the song on the radio will make me cry if I see her. Hahahah. Fuck. I suck.

Actually, last night I said something kinda smooth to her as I was heading out, after buying my smokes, a coke and a packet of nutnut nuts. “when you aren’t here, it’s not worth coming here.”

Smooth aren’t I? Fuck. I suck.

I’m a geek, loser boy.

*sigh*