If I hadn’t witnessed it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. My friends and I stumbled into a crowded bar for some after-dinner drinks one night and, within 30 minutes, my friend Aaron had the waitress’s phone number. Not that surprising since Aaron is a tall, good-looking guy who always seems to have a harem; but his technique was unorthodox to say the least. He stood in her way whenever the waitress walked past us. He would interrupt her while she was taking orders from other customers. He sent his drink back three times, citing something absurd each time — “not enough gin … not enough tonic … I asked for a martini … I’m just a pain in the ass.” If I were her, I would have sent another server to our table but she GAVE him her phone number and he didn’t even ASK for it.
What the…? Yeah, I’m not really sure either. Keep reading »
There seems to be this undercurrent of a**hole-loving lately; my peers justifying their ill-advised decision to partner with people they believe can and will “change.” I’m all about personal preference, but it seems that while the Nice Guy/A**hole debate rages on, no one has stood up for the Good Guys. Keep reading »
A new study done at the University of British Columbia may explain our penchant for bad boys. No, it’s not because they treat us like crap. Phew, that theory has always really irked me. It’s all in their smile, or rather, lack thereof. Researchers found that women ranked images of men “brooding” far more sexually attractive than images of men “smiling.” Ah, but here’s the rub; men found images of women who were smiling more attractive than those who were brooding. Men and women have opposite sexual responses to smiling. Isn’t that fascinating? And so easy to fix for all parties involved. Guys (especially the nice ones) should smile less, girls (especially the serious ones) should smile more, and then we will all live happily ever after in a Utopian lovefest. Sounds plausible, right? [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
His last name may sound a lot like “petit four,” but “Beastly” and “I Am Number Four” star Alex Pettyfer is far from sweet and sugary on the inside. First there were the rumors of vicious phone threats he made toward ex Dianna Agron. And his new interview in VMAN magazine doesn’t do much for his rep. In it, Alex says that he has a tattoo positioned above his member that reads “Thank You.” Which … gross. And he also had some pretty nasty things to say about Los Angeles and acting.
“Being an actor is like being in prison,” he said. Keep reading »
You do your best to be the good guy, to be the opposite of the guy who hurt her, but eventually she leaves you in the dust and returns to the excitement of the bad boy.
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I liked jerks. No, I loved them, but now, looking back, I realize it wasn’t just that. For the most part, every man who failed to call me was capable of calling someone else, and at a certain point, I had to face the fact that it wasn’t just them, it was me. I begged for men to be unaccountable. I allowed them to be untrustworthy. And I expected them to leave. Read more … Keep reading »
Here’s the thing — on paper, I’m actually one of those Nice Guys you often hear and/or read about. I’m uncomfortable to the point of nausea at the idea of being a jerk to women in order to manipulate them into sleeping with me. I do everything in my power to make a girl I’m interested in comfortable and happy, and I refrain from any remotely creepy or suggestive behavior.
So, although I actually do qualify as one of the Nice Guys, there’s a paradox — there’s no such thing. Read more … Keep reading »
While most of you were drooling over “True Blood” last night, I had much more important things to attend to. Namely, the season finale of “Daisy Of Love.” What went down wasn’t a shocker to anyone who’d been watching the season, which took trashy reality dating shows to a whole new glorious low. In the end, even when given the choice of the mega-hot, super-sweet, and totally amusing Flex, Daisy chose London, the homeless 30-year-old rocker from Brooklyn with perma-eyeliner and maybe a girlfriend. Yep, she chose the guy who passed out drunk in a hallway the first night of the series and left midway through because he couldn’t take it, only to eventually come back, with his mohawk between his legs. These two had a gravitational pull towards each other, even though they’re obviously a trainwreck-about-to-happen. The show’s host Ricky Rachtman seemed totally surprised by Daisy’s choice. But I, on the other hand, was not. Keep reading »
A new study published in The Social Science Quarterly completely backs up Johnny Cash’s story in ”A Boy Named Sue.” As it turns out, calling your baby boy something uncommon, unpopular, or feminine will most definitely “increase the tendency toward juvenile delinquency.” There’s a greater chance he’ll wind up in the slammer … or playing “Indiana Jones” like Shia LaBeouf.
While the Shippensburg University researchers proved that a girlie-named guy will be forced to be a fighter, at least on the playground, on the upside, rebels eventually make delicious man candy! Am I right, ladies? So, to help you on your hunt for the sexiest piece of ass, here are the top ten names that separate the men from the bad boys, after the jump… Keep reading »