A few days ago Friendster Guy and I had a "discussion" wherein I got my feelings hurt but he proceeded to feel worse than I did because he had hurt my feelings. This makes him one of the good guys. The difference, I am discovering, between a good guy and a jerk is that a jerk will walk into your feelings like a bull in a china shop - knowing full well where he is and what he's doing: crash, bang, boom! - whereas a good guy will get in there and realize, "Oh shit! I thought this was the linens department. My bad!"
Sometimes a girl's gotta put on her big girl underoos & deal with it.
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