Sorry this is going to be pretty short and sweet, but I needed to give something a little break down because it’s absolutely necessary and I feel it is my duty to make some clarifications before I head out tonight. I just read and shared an article called “I’ve Never Met A Douchebag I Didn’t Love” and it is sick and twisted and one hundred percent true. It is totally something that you have to read too, if you are a kind of dating masochist or, well, love to date these types of guys. It’s all about the douchelords of the world and more or less, why they make us want to date them–and it’s spot on.
With a few exceptions. I’ll explain.
- The article separates these guys into two categories and the first type that are mentioned (the kind that lack ambition, manners, and brain cells) are actual douchebags. Fine. But then it says that the sexy guys that know what they want and how to get it are also “douchebags” and I don’t think that’s fair. I think “men with asshole-ish tendencies” is probably more appropriate. These guys can be all of the things that the article says they are, but they’re also not bad people. They just know how to play a game that a lot of us love to play.
- If you are a self proclaimed “douchebag lover,” then you really need to reevaluate your dating habits and self worth. Last night I went out for a late night Applebees run with my best guy and close friend where once every week or two we get drunk off of cheap long islands and talk about his commitment issues with the girls he sees, her new relationship, and my picking guys who probably aren’t the best for me (I think they are). While they always say I need a “nice guy,” that just seems so boring (but maybe they’re right I don’t know.) And at the same time, I would NEVER date–or even talk to, for that matter–someone that I would consider a “douchebag.” If you would, then God help you. I’m serious.
- I think there is a place in the world for nice guys, they don’t necessarily always have to finish last like the article insists. Maybe their place isn’t in your pants, but if that’s your only intention with a nice guy then you’re probably a huge slut anyways and I am not referring to you here. You can, however, be a nice guy and throw in a couple of wit punches here and there. That doesn’t make you a “douchebag” it makes you interesting.
- You see? I think the important point that this article fails to make is that there is a difference between being an asshole and playing a game. My problem is that I say I don’t want to play games in relationships, but if you start playing that game with me, I play back because I know how and it can be a really sexy and fun battle of wits. But when you forget you’re playing it and start acting like a jerk, that is what seperates the funny, witty guy from an asshole. Or, excuse me, a “douchebag.”
Phew, I feel a lot better now that I’ve cleared that up. The real reason I had to write this is because the second I read it I wished I had written it myself. It’s like in grade school when the smartass in your class made something really cool for the science fair and you made a clay hippo (that was really a blob of clay with two eyes poked in and spray painted gray–which, why would someone even allow that in a science fair?) and you thought, wowwwww I wish I would have thought to make planet replicas and put them into orbit via string. This was exactly like that for me.
And I’m totally not attacking the writer here, she’s seriously really really great. I just would have written it better in every word in every way. *smirk*