Egy kedves, aranyos, megértő, csendesebb lánnyal miért bánnak el mindig a fiúk?

10-es, te minimum a 80%át ismered a srácoknak és mind eldobott? Ejha.

Vagy napállásából számítottad a százalékokat?

Mert mindig gonosz, drogos, bűnöző, bunkó rosszfiúkat választasz és nem egy jófiút innen a GYK-ról, te galád némber! Muhahhhaaaaa! :D

Amúgy valószínűleg vagy azért, mert eddig nem volt szerencséd, vagy mert túl sokat adsz magadból, túl sokat elviselsz, vagy túl naiv vagy.

11-es, fiú vagyok, úgyhogy ezt benézted.

Meg hát figyelmesen olvasgatom az itt felmerülő kérdéseket.

Javaslom, hogy tégy te is így.

Mert rossz emberismerő, hagyja magát kihasználni, naiv... nem jár nyitott szemmel és nem figyel az intő jelekre.

Amúgy nem csak a kedves, aranyos lányokkal bánnak el, másokkal is ugyanúgy, csak aki nem ez a visszahúzódó típus, az valószínűleg nem fog ilyen önsajnálatba merülni, hogy jaaaj engem mindig csak bántanak, elbánnak velem... hanem összeszedi magát, felülvizsgálja az egészet, rájön hol jöhetett volna rá a problémára, tanul belőle, aztán az élet megy tovább.

22L

13-as.

Amit írtam, nemtől nem függ manapság. Te nézted be, ha már ennyit lógsz a gyíkon.

Nem tudom hányszor kell még elmondanom a tapasztalatomat, de azért elmondom:

Egyetlen egy taplóhelyimenőcsávócskának sem adtam esélyt soha.

Eddig a legszemetebb velem egy atomronda, ezer lány által friendzone-olt, öngyilkos hajlamú, magát nagyon rendesnek mutató srác volt.

Szóval egyáltalán nem törvényszerű semmi.

Elég elolvasni ezt a sztorit:

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Különös figyelembe vételre ajánlanám ezt a kommentet:

"Amen Stacia!!! Yeah, I had my own special Jose – a guy in college that I liked who made me feel special and acted like he wanted to know me. He was my friend, but I knew he wanted more. I’d just been dumped by a mutual friend. I was a shy, insecure, sexually inexperienced Catholic girl. I knew he wanted more, but I wasn’t ready. But he kept showing up. He called me to talk. He bought me flowers. He wrote me a song. He even invited me to spend a weekend with his friends and him over the summer. I went – even tho my parents were furious and it caused a rift between us that lasts to this day. (They’re devout Catholics.)

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be more than friends. I wasn’t really physically attracted to him. But he convinced me it was worth a try. He said all the right things, he treated me like I was important, we talked about our fears and wants and all that crap. He was there for me when I needed someone.

So I went and spent the weekend hanging with his friends. I met his family. And I finally had sex with him. At the end of the visit, he dropped me at the bus station, told me he loved me and I went home knowing he was “the one”.

And then didn’t hear from him. For weeks. He didn’t call. He didn’t return my phone calls. School started up again. (He’d graduated.) Two weeks in, I got a letter in the mail. A seven page, double sided letter. A letter which told me what a loser I was – it went into all my faults in excrutiating, painful detail. Everything I’d shared with him, he twisted into a hateful, cruel joke. He told me that I was sexually stunted, that I wasn’t worth his time, that all he’d wanted was to fuck me – but that I wasn’t even worth that. He shredded every ounce of self esteem I had. I mean, he put effort into this thing. He wanted me to hurt. To this day, I don’t know why. (He could have just never contacted me – or broken up with me.) But he chose to spend what must have been hours analyzing me and laying out every hateful little thing he felt about me.

I burned the letter, along with every picture I had of him and us together, the song he wrote me – everything – on the balcony of my dorm room while I cried & died inside. The RA showed up and sat with me (and I didn’t get in trouble for it – tho I did get a lecture on trusting guys). And then I went on a binge of self-destruction of epic proportions – sleeping with any guy that would have me.

It took 11 years before I trusted another man for anything but a a short term meaningless sexual relationship. I was reckless with myself in those years in so many ways. And then I met my husband – who IS a nice guy. Him, I married. So that whole “friends” thing? There is a very good reason for it. And women should trust their instinct when it comes to guys. There’s a reason we put them in the “friend” space."