We all die alone, really.
If I have to die - which I do, at some point - I hope it's alone. I think I'd find it awkward to die in front of others.
This sort of thing:
Comp_Geek_573 wrote:
This is why good women can't get good men: the bad ones will come on to you, and the good ones will be too nervous or clueless to ask for anything at all, even if they like you.
really, really needs stamping out. There are loads of good men who make romantic moves. I can go for a walk and see them right now. Boyfriends and husbands who are perfectly decent, upstanding, supportive sorts. It just so happens they don't have an impairment that makes ambiguous social contact such as flirting difficult for them.
There are plenty of bad ones who don't or can't - thank God (until they go on their rampages). There are loads of good women who go alone year after year. And so on.
You equate being an awkward, socially inept man with being 'good'. You equate being an attractive woman with being 'good'. I can't believe I have to point out that there is no necessary or causal link in either of these cases.
And I speak as someone who is awkward and socially inept. I have done some good things. I've also done some incredibly shoddy things. The idea that my not recognising a come-on somehow makes me 'good' is utter horses**t.
(And yes, I know it's old, but it's also, sadly, a constant.)
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Of course, it's probably quite a bit more complicated than that.
You know sometimes, between the dames and the horses, I don't even know why I put my hat on.