So yesterday, after classes, two girls took me bra and underwear shopping with them. Not that I’m complaining. It was awesome, but it made me realize something. I’m the type of guy who girls can talk to about their problems, take bra and underwear shopping, or just hang out with, but NEVER actually think is attractive. This is what my new coined term is for. These types of guys are treated like sisters, but they’re males. So they’re male sisters, or, as I came up with, “Misters”.
Misters are those guys whom girls treat like sisters, in the idea of they can talk to them about their problems, but never actually like them in a romantic way. These are the saddest cases of men in the world, I’d say. The even sadder (not a word, but just try and fight me on it fuckers) thing is that I am basically the spokes person for Misters. Almost every girl (besides my ex, obviously) that I’ve EVER been associated with has considered me more of a sister, or a Mister, than boyfriend material. It really makes one depressed to the point of, ironically, getting a sex change. Thanks Nicole.
The truly depressing part of all of this is that it almost feels as if you’re being used. If you have a car, a lot of girls (not the ones I know, but girls like my step-sister and her friends) will use these guys to get rides from, all the while giving the guy false hope that he may just have a chance. I know it’s cool being surrounded by beautiful women all day sometimes, but it doesn’t change the fact that all of this is slowly turning me into an 80 year old man, all alone in apartment with stacks of 30 year old newspapers and tons of cats.
m@rk
