She is the kind of girl who dates the kind of guys who will ultimately screw around on her, guys like her brothers, who work with their hands and drink too many beers while watching football, and have a stupid tattoo of a dragon or the Rolling Stones' lips on their scapulas, guys upon whom she projects more romance and ambition than is actually there, and then she asks her girlfriends, who are hairdressers and medical technicians and tanning salon clerks and secretaries, why she can't find a nice guy.
And I'm dying to tell her that I'm a nice guy. I'm the last nice guy. And I haven't been kissed or rubbed in months, and I'm as horny as a high school kid, but I'm also dying to fall in love, and if you let me, I'll fall in love with you, and cherish you, and listen to your dreams and your hurts and I'll be faithful and funny and I'll never forget your birthday or make out with your girlfriend and blame it on too many shots, or come home from guys' night out drunk and smelling of strippers.
That's what I want to tell her, but instead I say, "Can I have an envelope for that?" and if you want to know where all the good guys are, we're standing right in front of you, lacking the balls to actually make ourselves heard.
From the novel This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper
2 comments:
Great quotes – I’ve never read anything by Jonathan Tropper but sadly I think I’ve had thought processes similar to his in the past! For example the last paragraph where it says "all the good guys are, we're standing right in front of you" I feel like that all the time especially when I can't find the right one.
Yes he's a good author. I've only read a couple of his books but I plan on catching up on them all. He is good at writing what guys are thinking!
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