Thirsty. Creep. Nice Guy. All words use to describe, or rather insult, men who try to show any attention to the legions of single women who keep wondering why they can’t find or keep a man. Usually I say something like, “That’s not a diss,” to clear up any confusion that any woman reading this may have about my true intentions. This is not one of those times. With that being said, I’m not totally oblivious. I can understand what a lot of you ladies have to go through on a regular basis. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with the bullshit that ya’ll do; especially you pretty, curly haired ones.
A lot of cats out here have little to no chill. The fact of the matter is that a lot of guys really are thirsty running around in the streets. That dude that sends out the “Good Morning, beautiful” text every day for weeks, even though he probably only talked to the girl in person once for like 3 minutes. He probably likes everything she posts on every social media outlet. That shit happens. Blame yourself, ladies. Stop giving out your information to lame niggas. Then ya’ll won’t have to wonder why this fool won’t stop sending paragraphs of texts to you even though you only give him one word answers. She probably doesn’t even answer him half of the time. Perhaps some of you guys out there haven’t heard the gospel of the Two Contact Attempts Maximum rule. The TCAM rule states that if you reach out to a girl twice and she doesn’t reply, let it go. Whether you call, text, email, or send a raven to her crib, tweet, Facebook message, whatever the fuck. Maybe the first attempt didn’t go through. Technology isn’t perfect. Trust me, I have a blackberry. But twice? Naaawww playa. She got the message then she said fuck your contact attempts. Maybe you’ll run into her in person again and you can be fake sad, and maybe…just maybe you can flip that into some sympathy sex. I’ve seen weirder shit happen.
That’s why the concept of moderation is a beautiful thing. Vices are cool when done in moderation. Overdoing it and addiction is for suckas. Take the nice guy for example. Surely, no woman wants Ike Turner as her man, but they damn sure don’t want Marny’s first boyfriend from “Girls” either. She doesn’t want a pushover, she wants a man that’s not afraid to shake her every once in a while just to show her who’s running the show up in this bitch. Then everybody’s happy, and each one of you can thrive as a ya’ll.
Which brings me to my creep niggas. The Blair Underwoods of the world, if you will. The creeps have the right approach, they’re just executing it horribly. And in turn, they’re scaring all the pretty girls away. Every man has a creep within him, but you have to learn how to control Mr. Hyde, Jekyll. The smart man uses his inner creeptivity to his advantage. He doesn’t let it blow his chances. But it’s absolutely necessary that men let a little bit of that creep come out on some nights. How else can we expect a woman to know what we really want from her? I’m not gonna lie, my inner creep has gotten more wins than regular me. That’s why I like that dude. He comes through for me. But if your inner creep gets drinks thrown in your face, or a screen shot of your anatomy…yeah let’s call it “anatomy”…posted on the internet, you gotta have a talk with him. Let him know he’s grounded and he can’t come out for a few weeks. I bet he gets his shit together then, and conducts himself accordingly around the pretty girls.
Ladies do you notice the thirst in guys? Is it hard to tell between thirst and genuine niceness? Do you sometimes encourage the thirst?
Fellas has the thirst ever worked in your favor? Have you been a creeper?