“There's something I don't wanna understandthe only way a woman is gonna want a manthe only way you'll ever keep her in you handsis breaking apart her heartCan't you see the way she's cryingWell, that's what keeps her trying,she knew that she could have you,And he don't give her what she wants...”Hm.I had added the new Good Charlotte album to my punk/rock/alternative playlist to see if any songs other than Dance Floor Anthem would grow on me. And so the other day late night in the wee hours of morning while I was cranking out a paper, these lyrics pierced through my working-mode.Causing me to wonder, if it was possibly true for myself…Intuitively, I immediately fired back with an empathetic hell no, who do you take me for crazy?!(uhh, no need to actually answer that ;)Having my heart so casually used. Feeling a fireball of pain hurled around only to be trapped in the back of my throat. When hurt takes a trigger-shot straight to the tips of my fingers, making them curl in cruel, anguished tingling...What kind of person seeks such agony?Oh, right. The Bleeding-Heart Masochist in me last year.But it’s comforting to know that I can pick myself up. A relief to be able to say that I won’t settle for less than I deserve, knowing it’ll still hold true even in moments of utter hormonal irrationality.Plus, the idea of long-term pining after a heartbreaker is not very appealing or desirable. In fact, it sounds downright tiring. The Unattainable Crush is one thing, but playing games with my honest emotions is quite the other. Disappointment wears a gal down and crying does horribly puffy things to my eyes for the next day.And so, they like to say how nice guys always finish last.Well, I agree they do if "nice" means boring pushovers. I like it when a guy can not only hold his own, but challenge me.For instance, one of the HUGE soft spots (among other weaknesses) I have is for nerdy guys.Er, perhaps not this kind of nerdy that Dan once wrote of per se.But I find it charmingly alluring when a person is really passionate about something (obscure or not), knows what he’s talking about, and isn’t afraid to show it. I like it when he can make me laugh, encourage me to try something new, or persuade me to a new line of thinking.Call me crazy, but I like it when he’s NOT (insert gasp) tearing my heart to pieces.So you see, this sort of guy could be a “nice guy,” and he could break my heart.Once.
