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Why do girls like manipulative guys and not honest guys
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4 days ago
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Pretty 😻 😍 Confession
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This is not just a confession but a question for the community
I once met a woman who opened up to me in a way that felt rare. She told me she had feelings for me. She said she wanted to try...... to give us a chance. And I believed her. I gave her my time, my consistency, my kindness. I showed up. I listened. I was present in all the ways that mattered. I didn’t play games and I was real with her.
But somehow, that became 'too much.'
Too nice.
Too available.
Too consistent.
And just like that, she pulled away...... not because I treated her badly, but because I treated her well. That’s the part that stung the most. I wasn't punished for being careless. I was rejected for caring.
It confused me thus because she had said she wanted exactly what I was giving. But I’ve read enough books and heard enough stories to know that sometimes what people say they want is different from what they can handle. And maybe I could’ve played it cool, pulled away to draw her closer but I told myself I wasn’t ready to play games because I needed something real and not something that is through manipulation.
I’ve been single nearly my whole life not because I don’t like women, but because my path was different. I grew up wanting to be a Reverend Father. I wanted to serve, to live a life of faith and discipline. It didn’t work out the way I planned, but it shaped me and made me serious about my intentions, about how I show up for people.
Then, after everything, she came back.
Not to try again…
but to ask if I could just be her friend.
A downgraded version of everything I once hoped for.
But I couldn’t say yes. Because I know my worth. I didn’t want a ‘discount’ version of what I gave my heart to. I didn’t want a fraction of someone I once imagined a future with.
So, I let go. Not out of anger, but out of self-respect.
Because I’d rather have nothing than settle for almost.
And sometimes I ask myself:
What do people really want?
Do they want honesty?
Do they want love?
Do they want the person who’s consistent, who cares deeply, who doesn’t leave when it’s hard?
Or do they only want what they can’t have?
Are we so conditioned to chase chaos that peace feels boring?
Is genuine love too unfamiliar to trust?
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