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DeluxeHardballer · August 1, 2007, 12:29am

wutang is right.

With our arguments about women, it is always understood that the example woman is hot. Thus our generalizations are true (not smart, not mature, likes drinking, doesn’t like politics, can’t count to ten, etc). Anything goes for the girls that aren’t so hot.

God forgive me for saying these things out loud…

BIGTWIX · August 1, 2007, 12:30am

YEAH!!!

<ol>
<li>What college are you going to?
Planning on McGill</li>
<li>What color are your eyes?
Green</li>
<li>Tell me your best joke.
I don’t tell jokes often. I just say funny things at the right time.</li>
<li>What is your idea of the perfect date?
A date with you of course.</li>
<li>What’s your favorite TV Show?
24.</li>
<li>What kind of music do you like?
The good stuff. Not rap. Not anything mainstream really. I listen to indie, underground bands, and jazz mostly.</li>
<li>Do you read Harry Potter?
EEHhhhh…No.</li>
</ol>

So heres my questions
What is your middle name?
How many siblings do you have?
What is your favorite color?
What color is your hair?
Do you like these fun surveys?

We have the same post per day average…totally meant for eachother…but then again, our surveys may say otherwise.

GatorEng23 · August 1, 2007, 12:33am

So a hot girl can’t be smart and mature? And has to like drinking? Are you kidding bro? Your generalizations are at best misinformed and at worst, offensive.

Kenshinsan · August 1, 2007, 12:35am

Wow…I started laughing so hard when I read that. Even though I know better, from my own life experiences and the data you provided I could be fooled into believing that. And ppl, stop takin him so serious, hes obviously joking (or at least I hope so). Hes just trying to have a little bit of fun while mixing in some points.

jaso9n2 · August 1, 2007, 12:38am

Can I just say how funny it is how I used to make all these “anti-woman” posts and people always called me a sexist. Now guys like DeluxeHardballer and wutangfinancial are taking up the torch.

firewalker · August 1, 2007, 12:51am

Nothing compared to the xoxo boards.

hotpiece101 · August 1, 2007, 1:46am

wutang, you come in contact with a relatively common breed of girl: the gold digger. Now, in this case, of course the girl is shallow! But I won’t knock her game, if she can marry rich with minimal effort and is satisified with that life, then more power to her.

BIGTWIX:

What is your middle name?
Langston
How many siblings do you have?
3
What is your favorite color?
Pink
What color is your hair?
Dark Brown
Do you like these fun surveys?
I do, I do.

But, I’m not sure if we can date yet. I love Harry Potter, but I’ll let your dislike for the books to slide. I need to see a picture, though, to confirm your height!

BIGTWIX · August 1, 2007, 1:51am

I don’t dislike them. Read the first three, but im not much of a reader. Liked the movies.
Dark Brown hair…good. I like dark hair. I have 4 siblings.
And heres a picture, but its kinda old.
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But you can tell im much taller now for sure. If i was still that tall, i wouldnt know how to copy and paste. Or even type.

BIGTWIX · August 1, 2007, 1:54am

whoah, u go to harvard? (i saw one of ur previous threads)

DeluxeHardballer · August 1, 2007, 1:55am

GatorEng, perhaps there is another UF on another planet… because on Earth, they all fall into the categories I have pretty much covered.

Lets face it: All women that are hot know they are. They use their looks as a supplement in order to get what they want. Remember, it depends on someone’s definition of hot. There is attractive and then there is gorgeous.

Perhaps my standards are too high, whereby the beautiful girls can’t count to ten. Blame my environment (UCF yay).

NOTE TO READERS: Do not take everything I say seriously.

BIGTWIX · August 1, 2007, 1:58am

Oh and im 5’11". I lied. Ahhh mannnn itss over… (crosses fingers). Please don’t:(

As for you DeluxeHardballer, i think hot girls suck. I mean, i like beautiful modest girls, not hot ones (ide say hot best refers to more sensual ones).
Modest is best.

hotpiece101 · August 1, 2007, 1:59am

BIGTWIX,

hahaha, cute pic. yeah, i go to Harvard. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

oooh, only 5’11…i dunno about that…

BIGTWIX · August 1, 2007, 2:23am

Good. I won’t hold it against you (haha).
No but seriously, anyone who goes to harvard is good. But your the best person there.

InquilineKea · August 1, 2007, 3:19am

What do you all think of this thread?

Funny thread btw…

Okay, I know a boy. He’s 5 foot 3, 100 pound, vegetarian, neurotic, Chinese, and extremely nerdy. (no ECs, no non-academic interests, spends entire life reading, writing, thinking, has very diverse academic interests, and pursues such interests independently of school). Oh, and I heard that he had Asperger’s Syndrome or something like that. And he likes reading bios of people like Newton, Cavendish, Erdos, Tesla, Nash, and the Unabomber. He has lots of information though - he amassed massive amounts of files, links, and other academic information - and he’s very insightful and unique (and does not fall to societal pressures). He’s like the most knowledgeable person I ever met. Someone said that he looked “kinda cute”. Is that boy hopeless for a date? The farthest he ever gone was the point of getting a female to worry about him, heh…

xanderx · August 1, 2007, 5:50am

From what i hear from my friends going to berkeley, girls there are notorious for their unattractiveness and UCLA is where all the babes are at ;)

ChamilitaryMayne · August 1, 2007, 6:03am

thanks these are good reads

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cameliasinensis · August 1, 2007, 6:47am

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date, who don’t want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe… maybe this time he’ll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and **** up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from “there are plenty of fish in the sea,” to “time heals all wounds.” This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it’s an experience that they don’t want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they’d rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn’t care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one’s for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won’t because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he’s just not ready, he’s just not over her, he’s just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it’s easier to believe that it’s not that they don’t want you, it’s that they don’t want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you’ve returned home alone, for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he’s with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship: it was that he didn’t want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the “I really like you, so let’s still be friends” comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends, for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more, because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

**This is what I don’t understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don’t appreciate them and don’t want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call… and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the “stalker chick” you’d met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this “nice girl” who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you’re not looking for a nice girl. You’re not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you’re looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don’t say you’re on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won’t answer your catcalls, sometimes you’re looking at a nice girl in whore’s clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we’re all thinking the same thing: “This isn’t me. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I’ll have slept alone and I’ll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me.” You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don’t want the nice girl… so don’t say you’re looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we’re willing to extend – but in return, we’re looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets… the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she’s a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won’t matter), hoping against hope that maybe you’ll realize that they’re the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.**

So maybe it won’t last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we’re waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what’s a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

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cameliasinensis · August 1, 2007, 6:49am

And for fairness’s sake:

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 **ing about what ****s 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.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative *****es. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

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syneria · August 1, 2007, 6:56am

Those are the most touching things I’ve read. 
However, I think I will still stand by the “ladder theories.”

engineering · August 1, 2007, 2:54pm

thanx for being fair.

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