#nomorewolves

The cliché of the treacherous “friend zone”

That nice guys finish last,

Happy to break it you

Nice guys out there

Is bullshit.

Nice guys do win the race.

Didn’t anyone hear of tortoise and the hare.

Being considerate, genuine, and having a good sense of humor

sends you straight to the finish line.

Be a nice guy

if that is who you actually are.

Don’t be a wolf in sheeps clothing,

pretending to be a nice guy.

I will shoot you down.

No slick, charming

“know the right thing to say” wolves

for this red ridding hood.

I don’t need to you to convince me to look at flowers and take the scenic route.

I don’t need you to try the stupid pick up line and your full proof tips you read out of a wolf’s magazines.

I will run straight to the nice guy lumberjack

before I fall for the tricks of any wolf or fuck boy.

You wolves,

you shitty men

I regrettable shared a bed with would be surprised to know the way to get in to my cape is by not trying at all.

Get to know me are my core.

Laugh with me and show a good time.

Don’t distract me with your flowers and shallow compliments.

I can’t stand your ulterior motives.

Do you wolves think I’m that gullible?

This red ridding hood can see right through you.

I know all you want to do is devour me and spit me out like all the other predator.

Frankly I hate you with every bone in my body cause all you

non-nice guys see me as a

piece of meat.

You’re not even trying to hide you primal hunger. Though

it’s worse when you do.

My wolves names are

The guy who wouldn’t keep hands off me when I asked him to.

The guy who fucked my best friend.

The guys would cast me in role of their side girl with out telling me.

And

The guy who was my boss when I was a 17 year old red ridding hood and would get me high just to eat me.

I wish I didn’t fall for so many wolves. but I did.

They chewed and gnawed on my body to the bone.

So please don’t run ahead of me to devour

my confidence, feeling of self worth, and dignity.

I can’t take it any more.

I need to flip the scale and date more nice guys than wolves.

I can’t keep giving the delectable pastries in my basket to guys that couldn’t care less about me..

I’m glad that I’m at point in my life where I’m finally

choosing the nice guys

over the charming