Wale speaks on some real stuff in this article of Honey Mag. Im sure a lot of people can relate and gain alot from what he speaks on. here is what he wrote:
We adore those who ignore us and ignore who adores us. I constantly ask myself why. The pursuit of something we can maybe have, takes precedence over that which is easily obtained. Subconsciously, most of us enjoy the challenge of the chase more than actually being chased. Many of us (who aren’t afraid to wear the proverbial I’ve-been-rejected badge of honor) can attest to the fact that pursuit often leads to constant checking of the cell phone you left by a window in order to get perfect service in case they call. Or forcing yourself to go out with your friends just to stop thinking about them — which usually doesn’t work because you’re still checking your damn phone!) Nine times out of 10, that person just isn’t feeling the same way.
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Nice guys finish last — real niggas are rarely fortunate enough to race.
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Love tends to make us foolishly optimistic. Nice guys finish last — real niggas are rarely fortunate enough to race. Which leads me to believe that, for the most part, women aren’t into nice guys. Good girls go for bad guys. This of course, like any other theory, isn’t an absolute fact, but my experiences (and those of friends and family) have supported my theory. Some woman would be more stimulated by an officer delivering a warrant for her man’s arrest then a delivery person barring edible arrangements. Ha! A bit extreme, yes, but a sentiment bred from the frustration of having to come to grips with the perfect person engaging in someone who’s… not so perfect.
Timing is everything. In high school, I used to meet the sexy-ass how-are-those-that-big-at-that-age girls with personality and charm, and I’d be so open. But those girls usually never thought twice about dating a nigga that actually went to school. More often then not, they dated the 24-year-old hustler with the latest Jordans and a Maxima (or some other medicore vehicle that at that time meant the world to a girl whose only worries were Kate Spade or Dooney & Burke). To be 100% real, I don’t believe there is such a thing as being single. Like single, single. There is always someone your mind or heart is with, whether it be an ex or a friend who doesn’t know it yet. There is always somebody else. It’s just a matter of whether that person is special enough go up against potential seekers of #thatthing.
There was a certain girl I was seeing who was absolutely amazing, my timing was right, her timing wasn’t. I could have written a thesis on why the “other guy” wasn’t who she should be with. But there is an unwritten male code never to acknowledge the “other guy.” (See “Hater”). Furthermore, who am I to tell a person who they should or shouldn’t be with. No matter what the circumstance is, we are never to report anything the “other” does (or doesn’t do) that could sway a woman in our direction. As painful as it is to adhere to, it’s an ultimate taboo. Maybe it’s the carefree attitude that bad guys have. The “wrong one” doesn’t have any sense of urgency. Essentially, they don’t care if they get the girl, thus the lack of effort, courting, and whispers of you-cum-first. It’s the selfish approach. Ironically, a lot of people dig it, without even knowing. Just remember, getting completely wrapped up in one person when they have several options, is to play Russian roulette with your heart and mind.
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