manu the too good guy gets royally f*** again

My dear poor Manuel friend. He fall again in the same trap: being the "too good guy." Now he has a new girl on top of him and deciding where he needs to turn his head.

People gets upset when I comment that a guy have to be mean with girls. Obviously you are nice to them, being yourself, but once in a while you drop a bomb to her to make her feel that she does not have control of you. This is important, because a woman wants to feel a challenge, and likes to suffer like a woman. We the man do not realize this quite often.

Woman is not the problem. The problem is man. When we like, actually, when we love a girl, all our defenses goes down, we want to please her 100%, and what ever dress they want we run to the mall to buy it. We get blind and stupid. We become Manuel.

His story is just the same as his last ex-girlfriend story. He do everything in his power to please her, now she is a bitch and demands more, he keeps pleasing her to death and now apologizing to her. And her mood never gets better. If my friend gets a little bit upset, then she jumps and hold his hand to make him happy and catapult her hopes again for her. I said that guys must be mean, because girls are really mean. It is all emotional I think, we are wire that way.

His yesterday story went like this. After 4 months of relationship, Manu finally have to travel to his World Cup trip for 4 weeks in South Africa. Yeah, 1 month its a bit too much. But here it is the real story. Manu have been planning this trip for 4 years. Why? He has not miss a World Cup event in more than 20 years. If we calculate that 4 months relationship was in April, then we can see he planned this trip way before he became her boyfriend and... before he met her in the first place. As he put it, he knows her for 2 years, love her to death, and he have been almost his guardian for 4 months because she moved from Cancun to Mexico City with no plan. Manu was the plan obviously.

I was in the World Cup 2010 in South Africa. I saw Manu face everyday. Agony. The girl was giving him death penalty for his trip. She did not like the idea to stay alone. He received calls from Mexico city in Johannesborg around 3am in the morning and listen childish comments of burning egoism. Come on! Its the World Cup. Let the guy enjoy.

After returning from his trip, the girl had the punishment recipe ready: 1) Sorry, I cant not pick you up at the airport because I am busy. 2) I can not stay tonight because I am exhausted. 3) I am going our with my girlfriends, it is only girls night. 4) Tonight I cant have dinner with you, the boyfriend of my friend needs somebody to talk to. 5) No kiss, no hug, no nice behavior.

Manu is telling me. - Guayo, I love her, but I cant resist feeling like this. I need to do something to get her back. I thinking millions of thing that are happening. She is with somebody else, she needs time now that she is better off with money, etc. Plus, I see her everyday at the office.

-Manu, you are being too intense. With your desperation will only push her away. Just get your shit together, don't see her, don't talk her, and she will be looking for you after that. Get busy with exercise, I don't know, just get busy.

-Get this. I have a good relationship with her mom. Last weekend her whole family and I went to dinner. At a moment when my girl step out of the table, her Mom asked me how things were shaping. I told her the truth. It was not working well. She asked me - do you love her?- I said - yes-. And she gave me an advise - I know my daughter, leave her alone for a week, don't talk to her and that will make things better.-

Something else to add to the story of Manu girl's, is that she needed a car when Manu was traveling. She gave her his car, and also told her that if she needed money, his mom will give her a check of 1000 dlls that his mother owes to him. Freaking Manu, he goes too far as being the good guy. Anyways, the only requirement that Manu asked, was to take the car to the dealer for service of oil change. Of course, she complaint immediately about it, that she did not have time to do it, etc. Manu said - don't worry, don't do it. I will do it when I return. -

This is my point. If you are nice, get nice things back. If you get in deep love and fast, people will take advantage of it. Manu is suffering this. If he were in his five senses, nobody will get away with rudeness towards him. He will tell her: go f*** yourself.

How the story should have been when the girl aske Manu for his car? Like this: - Oh you need a car? OK, no problem. Use mine. But first take it to change the oil and please pay for it. You will pick me up at the airport and bring your clothes to stay with me that night because I really need to see you. And do not wash the car. I want you to go to Discount Autoparts Shop and buy a bucket, sponge and soap. You will clean the car here in my garage, and I will help you. Ah, bring a white shirt for that day. I will be handling the hose and also we will playing wet shirts.

No? You don't like the idea? Well, get a taxi then. You can not use my car... bitch.

Manu. Good luck my friend. Learn from it. Every girl helps you to learn not more about woman, but about yourself. It is going to be tough, to take her away from your head and heart. But gotta think straight, enjoy yourself and see how things shape. If she is mean, please, slap her on her butt.

Brave Jump to Craziness

This is a second hand story, but it went like this. 

This happen, of course, in Miami. 

Downtown area is very glamorous now days and the diversity of foreigners is very rich. Also, sub-prime mortgage fiasco have in the past allowed developers to construct very high department buildings that were erected one after other. No shame to investors when paying half to full million dollar prices per cubicle. There are so many condominiums  now, that this type of real state will be affordable for people getting out of college. Ouch for investors wanting to sell these days. My bad luck is that I will be short of any twenty percent down payment to take advantage. I wonder how much cheese will be enough to achieve this.

Anyway, in one of these fifty floor department, our friend that we will call Ali, was living in the thirty second floor alone with his black cat. Ali is a student taking a master course in a prestigious university call UM. He is a normal kid, with a normal attitude to have fun in school meanwhile securing a good diploma to become a better valuable person in paper. Not a shy person, very good with people and daring in any aspect. His dad is worry that he does not take his future seriously. He believes that he spent too much time playing Play-station 2. Ali thinks he does not spent enough time playing Play-station 2.

College students are all day long distracted with important things in their minds. Thinking about how I am going to find time to do my homework or who will I convince to help me with it. These great ideas occupy a big part of one person concentration . The distraction created a problem with his fridge since last week. It was full of spoiled food. He had 8 days past due milk that contained white pieces of fermented fat, some spaghetti take-over from Archie's restaurant that he forgot to eat the other day, one not-open Tropicana Tangerine-orange juice with expired date,  and some spoiled vegetables such as onions and potatoes with some roots and tiny leaves on it. No desire for salad, i think.

Ali just came back from Publix Supermarket with a box of fifty pounds white bags brand Glad, and more groceries to replace the potatoes and onions. No more milk, he thought, it gets spoil very fast. There is nothing like a good long lasting Coca Cola and gatorade citrus.

Even though he was desperate to finish playing Halo because he just got a new weapon in the game that he had not been able to use, he decided to go ahead and clean the fridge. Otherwise the new groceries will also spoil if they get not inside the fridge ( I am telling you, he is a smart college student). 

While Ali was throwing all the spoil and few not spoil food products in the garbage can-liner, he was thinking what new skills this new weapon will give him in the game. Maybe he will be able to climb mountains or jump the volcano hole that he had seen yesterday. Ali tied the bag, took his phone, and went out to the garbage room to throw the stinky food away.

As you picture Ali getting out of his apartment, and walking to the garbage room, I need to point out that Downtown Brickell buildings are the most outrageous pricks of the city. Building managers have figure it out that people wanting to live in downtown, is people that want other people not living in downtown. I am trying to say that people that wants to be in this area, wants all services to be exclusive and expensive to not permitting middle class and lower class to ever move there. That is OK. They like it, they pay it. But, even they know, that they are the ones getting fuck.

Well, this window explain the following incident. Ali's building managers, have decided that every time you are so stupid to lose your keys from your apartment, you will have to pay seventy dollars to borrow their keys. Of course, you and me will be dumb to ever do that. I, for example, will make duplicates of my keys and ask my most friendly neighbor to keep it if I ever get lock out of my place. Obviously.

When Ali throw the garbage bag out of the drop window, it make a curious sound when it land. -The stuff got out of the bag- he thought. 

The knot was not a marine one. In his way to the department, he was texting his friends about when they were going to get together to plan the powerpoint presentation of thursday.

He searched his right pocket. He searched his left pocket. He searched inside and outside of his trousers. He went back to the garbage room and searched on the floor.

 -No keys- he thought.- I did not forgot them. I am sure - 

He suddenly realize. 

-Fuck, I put them inside the garbage back!- he exclaimed with rage.

The elevator did not went down fast enough. He could see his angry face in the three mirrors of the closed metal cage. When the door opened, he almost ran into this body building rap singer. He cross the lobby looking to the floor. Went out in the back door and ran around the building. He destination was the green garbage container of Waste Management. There were no chairs stand up to see on the inside. So he had to push himself up. It was nasty to put your bare hands on the edge of the green dirty container. After mastering equilibrium, he sat down on the edge and located his white garbage bag. It was all open. All the contents were not inside anymore of the white bag. Well, it was easier to spot the keys if they were on top.

The keys were not on top, and he could not seen them. No other option than to swim with the rest of the other black and white garbage can liners.

I do not know if Ali's neighbor are the type that throw the toilet paper inside the toilet or inside the thrash basket. That is not the most disgusting thing around. He never realized that his neighbors were big wasting prepared food. The sensation of touching old sushi, or old meat is not pleasant. Cushi sensations and liquid sensations were too nasty for Ali disapointment. No keys were in his white fifty pound garbage bag. He now realize that the keys were beside his playstation 2 control on the couch.

He got out of the garbage container slowly. Walk around the building and opened the door of the lobby. He kept silence when the elevator opened the door and it close. No body was with him when he pushed the bottom to the thirty second floor. When it opened the doors at Ali's floor, a lady that got up in the four floor was holding her breath and looking in dismay to her neighbor. Ali walked to his apartment but stop one door before it. It knock the door of her beside left neighbor.

She was happy to see Ali. It was weird to have neighbors that visit other neighbors but everybody like it. So, did she.

Ali was in a calm mode and explain to her that he was very dumb and left his keys inside his aparment.

-Oh, do not worry. Come in and use my telephone- She said and let Ali inside her apartment.

Ali did not respond immediatly but walk inside without hesitation. He did not walk to her kitchen where the phone was hanging on the wall, but direct to the balcony door.

Without asking, Ali opened the balcony door, step outside and sneak to his apartment to see his balcony. Balcony to balcony is not visible because they are not over extended but parallel and inside apartment balconies. The distance between each other is around two five feet. The neighbor got nervous to Ali's action and let a big yell at the moment Ali climb the rail of the balcony and cross one arm and leg to his own apartment with a jump. In matter of seconds, Ali was not anymore on her neighbor balcony but inside his own balcony.

In matter of 10 seconds, her neighbor saw Ali's reapperance in her balcony again and made a bigger yell again.

-Are you crazy! This is a thirty two second floor! Do not do that! - she spoke with energy

-I am so sorry. But is there any chance I can borrow that piece of metal from your kitche. My balcony door is close.

The neighbor was in shock, so Ali went inside the kitchen to grab the piece of knife metal because the lady did not move from the same place she had been standing the two last minutes.

Just like if he was spider man, Ali jumped again into his balcony. This time Ali was able to use the knife to lift up the lock of his balcony door. The door swing open and the cold air of his apartment felt like glorious victory. 

-I am the man- Ali said in loud voice to himself. - Now lets get down to business with Halo. Lets find out what are the use of this new artefact that I got in the game.

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