Guys Like Plain Girls Over Pretty Girls (Devil's Advocate Edition)
Hmm, I have heard this before that once a woman gets the hold of a man’s heart than they got um, and it doesn’t matter if she is a 0 or a 10 because at the end of the day she is his everything. There is the saying, “It doesn’t matter how a person looks, its how they treat you.” But is this true that guys like”Plain” girls over “Pretty” girls? Let’s examine this a little closer. What can we consider “Plain” and “Pretty” when it comes to looking from a guy’s perspective? In my experience with dealing with females I think I like how a woman approaches themselves and vis-a-vis, if they are about something than their attractive, it doesn’t matter if she is “Plain” or “Pretty”. There seems to be this misconception that males like plain women over pretty woman and as this may be true this is also false. Why is it false? As stated by the author of this topic and I quote:
“I’ve come to realize that as much as guys talk about the outer beauty, that’s not what ultimately gets them. It’s about who has their heart. Because once a girl gets his heart it doesn’t matter how she looks like on the outside anymore. You could be with him and be excellent in EVERYTHING, be a 10 on looks, be there for him emotionally, make the best love in the world til the bluebirds sing beautiful music, but if he’s thinkin about scarecrow girl then best believe that’s who he’s gonna end up with anyways.”
Yes man not guys but man talk about outer beauty because we don’t want to be out with no female who doesn’t have respect for herself, we can sense that if a female smell goods, looks nice, and carries herself in a presentable way she has some sense of respect for herself. Now back to this sense of “Having his heart” yeah when a man is in love with a woman, he loves so I can understand that, but what I can’t understand is why woman chose “Pretty” guys over “Plain” guys, just like the author of this topic, I’m smart, educated, no kids, a degree with an advance one on the way, however I’m “Plain” and I also know how to dress. So this question can be looked at both way. Men want love just as much as women we just don’t show our emotions as your do. Yes if a woman whether “Plain” or “Pretty” has our attention and can keep it she will ultimately have our heart, but the same can be applied to woman because in reality your have more standards than we do when it comes to a relationship.
Overall, Men like woman and it doesn’t matter how “Plain” or “Pretty” they are, it all about how you woman carry yourself. We like attention just as much as woman. Any real man knows real beauty is on the inside, not the out; but also any real man is willing to be open “Plain” or “Pretty” and if a woman can open a man she can have and keep one. The problem with most woman is that your think too hard about the male species, or you think your have us down to a science when in reality your don’t. This is the reason for all these books and magazines teaching your how to treat and keep your man (granted they have this for males too).
The author of this topic knows me well enough to know how I really feel about her, and relationships as a whole, I will say this however that the author of this topic is neither “Plain” or “Pretty” she is a woman that is about her shit and that what makes her attractive…
Yeah its one of those days and as I sit on the train I cannot help but to think about that time we were one.
Its always interesting how you come into my mind like a distant memory, yet when I continue to move on your gone like it never happen. However it did happen and you did leave a mark, a scar that cannot heal.
What you did was wrong yet I continue to let you in, how stupid was I? How stupid was I to think that something would happen between the two of us. Yeah I came to you in your time of need, however where were you? No where to be found. Like a magic trick you disappeared into the night, I never saw you again after that night.
No phones call, no messages, just nothing.
As I sat there in my living room in that sofa sunken-in, hand rubbing my left temple again you came to mind.
Maybe I should have ended before it even got started yet I continued to let my heart bleed, I continued to let you stab me with every touch, word, and emotion. I hate myself for believing.
Never again will I believe in that feel called love.
“Just because you read the word, preach the word,live the word, and breath the word, embrace the word, and worship the almighty word, doesn’t mean your changes of going to heaven are better than those who don’t…”—
Yeah when you look at me you see a black man. One who has made it, went to college, in graduate school, a successful black man.
However what you don’t know is my pain, the skin that I’m in is tarnished. Alone and depressed not having a real sense of love from another just pure hurt and despair. Who cares about my being? Who cares if I’m dead?
You think you know about my blood leaking from my wrist and the hurt that comes with it. You think you know about my health, my family, my love life. You think you know about me, you don’t know about me.
You don’t know about the suicidal attempts. The window, the terrace; the slapping of cold metal on my wrist, arrested because of being misunderstood, being what they call ill, stupid, crazy, confused.
You think you know about my night on the mental ward under white sheets thinking of bashing my head into the wall, brain and guts leaking getting closer to God no but closer to the pits of hell. Devil is calling me because God no longer wants me.
You think you know about caring. You think that you being happy and of God would help me, no it doesn’t. You think you calling me and telling me to be happy helps, you think that I’m the worst person in the world because I’m not like you and I’m not happy but I’m realistic and have a different view of the world.
Night thinking about if people consider me as a human being, no that’s not the case people see me as a animals, they abuse me, they think low of me cause I have a “condition” how dear you judge me you fools, you idiots.
You think you know but you don’t and for that I hate who you have become, but I guess you can say the same for me because I am nothing but a suicudal, low-life individual who is always negative and has nothing.
No you don’t know my heart, all you know is what you see and hear. You don’t take the time to know me, you don’t want to know me so fuck you.
Fuck you all. I might as well be dead to this existence and this reality because in reality I’m already dead.
Two females away but two that I think of. One is in Philly the other in Charlotte yet each has a story to tell and where their heart extends who knows, yet I could feel and understand these emotions.
These are two women broken by love, but strengthen by thought. One is a hard ass who had another but this other didn’t do by her. He was a lazy being, a boy who thought he was a man yet not even close. The other is a female of compassion one that is fully immersed and emotion, who wants love, who needs love. She wants and desire as compassion that fuels her soul so God is her calling and she prays for happiness and genuine meaning.
Each wants hugs, each want to have that somebody who will want them, need them, and care for them. However each of them are mistaken in their ways and have to understand the concept of what a real man is.
One continues to date and be open to opportunity but has yet to see potential, the other had love in college yet after it was over she went wild feeding her inner walls with the passion of the male’s ego however lost she was and got caught up with a drug dealer.
Do these female know better? I’m assuming they do yet why must they continue to not open their eyes. Philly is 23 and Charlotte is 25, grown woman in want of something real, something worth fighting for.
And her I come a lonely and depressed soul. Mentally unstable in my worldly views. I want to knwo both yet I cannot be interested in the bullshit they endure. Like a raging fire my heart burns.
She wanted me and I wanted her but later realized she was too much and her emotional strain was a burden on me. When we fought in Philly my mind became faded, her heart became weak she had to rethink so she chose a piano boy and made sweet music.
She is my friend and I care about her but her constant stories about the boys in Charlotte has me wondering about her wants and needs. She needs to be alone however she tells me, “Everyone needs a hug.”
Should I continue to be mad at myself for not understanding? She I be mad at them for not taking the time to see?
Can I begin to change for the better because one is a christian woman and loves God, and feels that I’m drowning in a sea of endless sorrow.
Can I begin to want to help her even though she doesn’t want to be helped, however continues to engage in the foolish shit in North Carolina.
One dances, the other makes music. One is open with herself, the other is open with her heart.
Where do I fit in to this? Well I don’t because I neither care to want to understand female and for the matter love. This is the factor that is never to be solved. What is it? What is love?
Philly wants that but because she gave her self to me and we were one, we shared something. I felt this too her jucies tangled in my mind, they smothered my thoughts and now when I look back at it I want to know her more, yet she cannot deal with my being. She is not strong enough to care about my wants, my needs. That night I gave her hell cause she sung her thoughts, “She almost fell in love with me” yeah almost.
Charlotte wants hugs, and comfort. She hasn’t found that and I hope she does. She need a man but she has to stop looking. I like her and care but its been almost five years since we seen each other and what I have seen is hurt. Her ex came at me, he thought I would hurt her however she hurts herself.
My love is gone. Dust runs through my veins, that red liquid has faded. These two are at distant and as I can for both I want to understand them and I hope they want to understand me…
Yeah another night in NYC, sitting at Rockefeller Center I’m taking in the sights, sounds, and lights of the city. However I can’t help to feel a slight sense of loneliness as I sit on this bench.
There is a group of teenagers across from me. They are so full of life and happiness, what happen to that? I no longer know that feeling. Am I depressed? No maybe just in need of understanding why my emotions haven’t taken over my heart.
Its cool and brisk tonight the flags are slowly blowing in the wind what a beautiful sequence. I look below and I notice the golden statue its amazing. Its encapsulates my pupils and has me struck for a minute, its as if we became one.
I walk around some more, my hands are cold. Inserting them in my pocket I think of all my wants. Why does the economy suck? Why do the rich get richer and the poor poorer? So many question but no answers.
There are so many tourist and they are all excited to take a glimpse at this scenic location. I don’t understand the hype but neither am I a tourist. I am a New Yorker a lonely one at that. What is going on? So much movement and activity I’m starting to become dizzy. I go to a bench and take seat, maybe my mind is wandering to places I can’t discover, I don’t know but on this Rockefeller night I’m alone.
Again the flags are in sequence with each other like waves on a beach, it reminds me of summer days now distant memories that are no longer alive, yet I still am. As I pull my scarf closer to my neck and my mind starts to come back to reality I get up. Taking a deep breath I shake my head and leave Rockefeller Center.
10. The Hype: Umm, its not that serious people, its a fucking city…
9.Tourist: Like If I went to your country I would not be standing in the middle of the damn street. Move ur asses got damn….
8.Nikkas: These young kids are having babies and looking a hot mess. Pull your fucking pants up, and keep your dick in ur pants. Young ladies you look terrible.
7. The Scum: Like if this is suppose to be the best city in the world why the hell is it so dirty. Rats have become our bff’s.
6. Subways/Buses/ The Whole damn MTA: The slowest, dirtiest, and worst system in the world. Overcrowd and takes forever to get from point A to B…
5.New Yorkers: People with the worst attitudes, dirty, smelly, and fucking rude. 8.5 million assholes what a way to live.
4.NYPD: To Protect and Serve my black ass.
3. 9/11: It was 10 years ago people get over it. The Twin Towers are gone stop crying.
2.Educational System/Mayor/Wall St: Bloomburg sucks and the city is a reck, no jobs, and you getting all this money and take it from the Department of Education. Damn how many “Failing” schools do we have?
1.New York City period: Why does everyone wanna come here? Go home.
““Owning the masters of our tradition, signifying, paying due homage, gives us a way to escape the merely personal, puts us in dialogue with great thoughts of the past, and teaches us transparency. For the greatest masters of our tradition sought not to see their own eyes, but to see through them.”
- Marilyn Nelson Waniek”—