Posted on 05/14/2017 1:33:01 PM PDT by SamAdams76
They just don't.
In my high school years, I was Richie Cunningham. The earnest young boy from "Happy Days" who always was looking to please others, especially the adults in his life.
As a result, we were walked all over, taken advantage of and subsequently, not dated by girls.
Now Richie Cunningham might have had a girlfriend or two during the fictitious "Happy Days" run but in my real-life Richie Cunningham phase, I had zero girlfriends. I did have several dates that went disastrously wrong because I thought dating was all about being a nice guy. It wasn't.
During that phase, my date would go something like this: I would drive to the girl's house in my dad's '76 baby-blue Chrysler Newport and do the obligatory meeting with the girl's dad. I'd talk about my college plans, maybe the military. I'd tell him about my job at the supermarket bagging groceries and shagging carts and assuring him that the movie I was taking his daughter to was PG rated. I could almost see the dad subconsciously tagging me as a loser and telling me to just bring his daughter home "at a reasonable hour."
Then once I got the girl in the car, I would ask her what she wanted to do. She'd look at me like I had three heads and reply, shrugging, that she would do whatever I wanted to do. So we'd end up seeing some PG rated movie that sucked (think "Kramer vs Kramer" or "Jazz Singer" with Neil Diamond) and would have an awkward nightcap at some Denny's or Friendly's over some grilled cheese and a milkshake. During all this, I'd try to work up conversation but saying I was all in with "women's lib" and that I think that women are better than men in just about every way. I'd ask her about her favorite band and that band just happened to be my favorite band too. Even if it was Abba or the Bee Gees. Then I'd talk about my baseball card collection or how I like to walk along the beach at low tide and toss clams back into the ocean so that they don't die. Once the night was over, she'd shake my hand and tell me that she had a good time and we should do this again sometime. Except she'd never call me, would avoid me in the high school hallway and would never return my calls.
In my Richie Cunningham phase, I never even got to first base. Either it was a total strikeout or a foul pop up out.
It was then that I realized that girls don't like nice boys. I had just joined the Marine Corps and was about to go into boot camp so I had nothing to lose. Just after graduation, I asked a girl on a date and decided to be a total jerk. I refused to meet with her father and insisted she just come to the car. I took her to see "The Shining" with Jack Nicholson starring. She loved it. We went to a real restaurant afterwards and I ordered her meal plus a seven & seven for both of us even though we were not old enough to drink yet. She loved it.
We spent the next two hours necking at the beach before I took her home, well after midnight. She started ringing me up the morning afterwards asking if we could go out again. I didn't return her call for two days. Finally I called and she answered on the very first ring. This was way before cell phones so she was basically sitting at home waiting for me to call.
I was Richie Cunningham no more.
But a certain type of girl like to hang out with surfers. Did you ever try that? Or are you thinking of trying it?
A LOT of stereotyping here. Sure, there are/were girls like that but there were plenty of others. In my experience, girls liked (or even loved) guys who were confident, cocky, and even a little arrogant. I was in athletics but quit all but baseball to focus on HS debate. By my senior year, I was pretty decent. The first tournament of the year, we lost in the final round to a really good team. During the round, I noticed a girl in the back of the room watching. She came up to me after we lost the round and said, “hey, sorry you lost but you did REALLY good!” I said thanks but turned away toward another matter.
A week or two later, we ended up winning a tournament and during the semifinal and final round, she was there again. Our competition was not as good that week and we won handily. I had developed a subtle cockiness — my dad thought I was too full of myself and he was right — that kind of came out when I was doing something I was good at. Anyway, after we won, she came up and we talked. She was from some school across town but gave me her phone number and we ended up dating for a while. I lost track of her and now don’t even recall her last name, so I can’t look her up on facebook or something. But I think she was attracted to a little arrogance and it wasn’t until a year or two later, when I wasn’t hitting JuCo pitching very well, that I came back down to earth!
I’m pretty confident that she eventually matured as well. I had fun in HS and accomplished quite a bit, but it was by no means my best days. It shouldn’t be yours either.
Ritchie turned into the Fonz. aheeeey
“80% of all women ever born produced offspring. Something like only 40% of all males ever born produced any offspring.”
This isn’t the hard part. The hard part is the lying.
I know a lot of wholesome young college-age women who want decent, caring relationships, including a strong element of friendship, with the opposite sex. It’s often struck me that many of them are more down-to-earth than my ‘60s-’70s young adult generation was, and have much more honest and natural relationships with young men.
You are probably right. The culture at the time (late 1970s) was that men needed to appear sensitive. Like Alan Alda in the MASH TV series. So as a teenager, I definitely faked it to some extent. Though I was legitimately on the “over-earnest” side. I really did want to please people. Even if it meant faking who I was.
I looked and acted so much like Richie Cunningham that my sister and her friends used to call me either “Richie” or “Opie.” My sister still calls me Opie.
It wasn’t good, although I was too much of a goody two shoes to realize it at the time.
Lying is right.
I know someone who got a DNA analysis through Ancestry. He immediately got an email from a woman who said she was his first cousin. He asked all his uncles about it and no one admitted to being the father.
A man was walking along a Florida beach and stumbled across an old lamp. He picked it up and rubbed it, and out popped a genie.
The genie said, “OK, You released me from the lamp, blah blah blah. This is the fourth time this month, and I’m getting a little sick of these wishes so you can forget about three... You only get one wish!”
The man sat, and thought about it for a while and said, “I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, but I’m scared to fly, and I get very seasick. Could you build me a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over there to visit?”
The genie laughed and said, “That’s impossible!!!
Think of the logistics of that! How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific? Think of how much concrete — how much steel!! No, think of another wish.”
The man said, “OK, I’ll try to think of a really good wish.”
Finally, he said, “I’ve been married and divorced four times. My wives always said that I don’t care and that I’m insensitive.
So, I wish that I could understand women, know how they feel inside, and what they’re thinking when they give me the silent treatment. Know why they’re crying, know what they really want when they say “nothing,”, know how to make them truly happy.”
The genie said, “Do you want that bridge to be two lanes or four?”
First you were nice but uninteresting. Then you became nice and interesting, and it worked.
They seem to want some excitement. Not rational on their part, but it’s true. Being exciting while working one’s a$$ off to support the family isn’t easy. They want both the excitement plus the money,
Many women are attracted to the bad boy, even if he is one literally, as in “in prison.”. There is nothing we can or should do for those women.
You have to understand that girls in their late teens and twenties are thinking with their ovaries.. more so than men with their testes. This is a well kept secret. The difference is the ‘ovarian code’ is a little bit more complicated than the testicular code( which is actually quite simple), but at the root of it is her desire for a mate that will provide for and and/or protect the mother and offspring.
...laments 98% of high school boys.
Richie didn’t do great in high school. But for most people, high school was not their peak.
College was better. The three years between college and getting engaged were great.
We all grow at different rates.
I feel bad for those who peak at 17 years old.
Good post. Agree with you. TBTG all my children escaped that phenomenon so grandkids all have stable, intact, biological families.
And women wonder why guys are walking away from marriage and long-term relationships?
Only an idiot will entertain this mental illness that women walk around with these days.
Abba?
Geez, ABBA???!
Um, maybe its more you introspect like a girl.
I swear these red pill men’s rights people are just latent homosexuals.
Hearing this makes me glad I’ve never dated before. I feel I have been spared a lot of pain and embarrassment. Sometimes it feels great not having the responsibility that comes with a woman.
Just get an electric guitar, and take some time, and learn how to play.
Thank you! I'm so tired of this garbage. Guys, do yourself a favor and leave your junior high/high school years behind you at long last--including any lessons you supposedly learned about "women" back then. If a 30-year-old woman wants the same kind of guy she wanted as a 16-year-old, there's something wrong with her. And something wrong with you for wanting her.
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