Maybe *you* need a shy guy, but I don't, quite frankly. I am twitterpated and frust-er-ated. Men rag on women and say women pick bad boys, assholes, jerks and cocky fuckers. Maybe that's because those guys have enough confidence to come up and ask us out on a date! Being a nice guy shouldn't mean you have to hide in a corner and stare at the floor all night. Arrgh. I don't like being taken to the edge and then left hanging on where things stand. No siree, I don't care for it at all. Makes me mad. Sure, it can be kinda mysterious and fun at first. But after a while, it's just dumb and aggravating. And after that comes apathy. There are some men (and probably women too but I wouldn't know about that side of things, in fairness) who like to do the I'm hot on you today, cold on you tomorrow routine. Bollocks! I'm a fire sign; when I like you, you know it and I burn with the flame of the midday equatorial sun. And when I love you, you are the blue in my sky, the salt in my ocean, the sand on my beach.
So quit fuckin' around, shy guys. If you like a girl, ask her out. Don't leave her pissed off and confused like me. It's not cool and it can lead to a permanent closing of the door. To steal a line of thought from Morris Day, "Come on, baby, where's your guts . . ."
