Guys, And The Few That Don't Suck

So we all have those friends, you know the guy friends, that aren't gay, that are literally are our best friends in the entire world. There's nothing awkward about them, you can tell them anything, no strings attached, and everything between the two of you is just perfect. The relationship couldn't be better. Until you start to like one of them. Then it starts to get weird. You tell yourself no, no, no. He's my best friend, nothing else, stop liking him you idiot! You finally get over it. Thank God. Then someone else enters.

You and this other guy start to get to talking, and you really hit it off. You think to yourself, "Wow this guy's amazing, how could this get any better?" You look forward to receiving his texts every time you look at your phone and you start to talk at school more and more often, flirting one hundred percent of the way. Once everything starts to get used to routine though, something happens. It stops. That's right, nothing more. No more texts, no more flirting, no more talking, no more goodnights, no more waving to each other in the hallway, no more anything. It's like almost as if nothing had even happened between the two of you. So after a day of this, you text him "heyy" and he texts back, everything seems to be normal. Then the next day, you end up having to do the texting...again. What is it with guys and sticking to routine? Honestly, you can't rely on them for anything. Especially not when you are trying to start up some form of further relationship with them, seriously. So after a while you feel like you are annoying the crap out of him and eventually stop texting thinking, "he'll text me first sooner or later" Well, that doesn't happen. You start to get worried, but you don't show him that, definitely not. Never show them your weakness...until you are going out. But what the hell are you supposed to do?

This is for the guys, but not just any guys. The ones who care but don't care too much. The ones that make sure everything is okay and know when something's wrong. The ones that don't care if you get a bad haircut, you still look cute to them. The ones that will sit on the phone with you while you pour your heart out to them about what just happened at home. The ones that learn who you truly are before they even think of judging you. The ones who listen, who hear, who talk, and who love you for you. You know, the ones that don't suck.