I give up. I give up. I give up.
You’re all the same. I thought the “nice guys” were supposed to be the safer choice, the better choice. I thought that you “nice guys” were supposed to be the ones who “finished last” or whatever. So why have all the “nice guys” that I’ve dated turned out to be the worst of the jerks?
You make promises to me. You tell me you’ll never hurt me. We make lists of things to do later on. You make me laugh, and you’re genuinely nice to everyone. You go out of your way to talk to me on most days, and I just feel like I’m being played for a fool.
You still like Her, don’t you? Why can’t you just tell me that? Why can’t you just be up front with me and tell me that I’m not your type, that I’m not who you want. Why do you keep dragging this out?
You’re not the first guy to do this to me. You’re not the first “nice guy” to hurt me. I just hate that I’ve let myself become vulnerable, and that I even started to trust you. I try to guard myself from people like you, but you end up weaseling your way into my life, and into my little circle. Then I end up hurt again. Like usual. I end up obsessing over when you’ll text me back, when I’ll hear from you again, etc, etc, etc.
Honestly, I don’t know why I thought we would ever be more than friends.