Alright, let’s talk about these “fuck boys,” you know, the kind that make you wanna roll your eyes so hard they get stuck in the back of your head. I’ve seen a few of ’em in my day, even out here in the sticks. They ain’t just a city problem, lemme tell ya.
So, what does a fuck boy look like? Well, it ain’t always about the looks, though some of ‘em are slicker than a greased pig. They got that confidence, ya know? That “I’m the best thing since sliced bread” kind of confidence. It’s like they think they’re God’s gift to women, and honey, let me tell you, they ain’t. They puff themselves up, strut around like roosters in a hen house.
- They sweet-talk you good
- Always got an excuse for everything
- Never their fault, always someone else’s
These fellas, they’re smooth talkers, that’s for sure. They’ll tell you everything you wanna hear. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” they’ll say. “I’ve never met anyone like you.” Blah, blah, blah. It’s all a bunch of hogwash. They lay it on thick, like butter on a hot biscuit. They make you feel special, like you’re the only girl in the world. But don’t you go fallin’ for that sweet talk, ’cause it’s just a game to them.
They’re masters of manipulation, these fuck boys. They twist things around, make you doubt yourself. If something goes wrong, it’s never their fault. Always got an excuse, always someone else’s fault. They’ll make you think you’re crazy, like you’re the one who’s overreacting. They play with your head, like a cat playing with a mouse before it eats it. And they’re good at it, real good. They’ve had plenty of practice, I reckon.
Now, here’s the thing. They treat you real nice, at first. Like a real gentleman, openin’ doors, bringin’ you flowers, maybe even takin’ you out to a fancy dinner. They act like they’re takin’ you seriously, like they’re in it for the long haul. But don’t you be fooled, cause it’s all an act. It’s like they’re puttin’ on a show, and you’re just the audience. They’re tryin’ to get somethin’ from you, and once they get it, they’re gone. Like a thief in the night, they disappear, leaving you heartbroken and confused.
And you know what happens after you, you know… ahem get close to them? They change. Like a switch flips, and suddenly they’re a different person. They stop callin’, stop textin’, stop bein’ nice. They’re emotionally unavailable, these fuck boys. They don’t care about your feelings. They’re only interested in what they can get from you. It’s all about them, always about them. They’re selfish, plain and simple.
I’ve seen it happen time and time again. A good girl falls for one of these smooth-talking charmers, and ends up gettin’ hurt. It ain’t right, it ain’t fair, but that’s the way it is. These fuck boys, they’re like weeds in a garden, they just keep poppin’ up, no matter how many times you pull ‘em out. So you gotta be careful, you gotta be smart.
So how do you spot a fuck boy? Well, it ain’t always easy, but there are signs. Like I said, they’re too confident, too smooth. They’re always sayin’ the right thing, but it feels… hollow, somehow. Like they’re readin’ from a script. And they’re always got an excuse, always got a reason why they can’t be there for you, why they can’t commit. They play games, these fuck boys. They keep you guessin’, keep you on your toes. And that ain’t love, honey. That’s manipulation.
So if you meet a fella who seems too good to be true, he probably is. If he’s always makin’ excuses, if he’s playin’ games, if he’s makin’ you feel like you’re crazy… run. Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back. Cause trust me, you’re better off without him. There are good men out there, honest men, men who’ll treat you right. Don’t waste your time on a fuck boy. He ain’t worth it.
And remember, a real man, a good man, he’ll treat you with respect. He’ll be honest with you, even when it’s hard. He’ll be there for you, through thick and thin. He won’t play games, he won’t make excuses. He’ll just love you, plain and simple. And that’s what you deserve, honey. You deserve a good man, not a fuck boy.
So keep your eyes peeled, your wits about you, and don’t let these smooth-talking, no-good fellas break your heart. You’re stronger than you think, and you deserve better. You hear me?
Tags: [Fuckboy, Relationships, Dating, Red Flags, Manipulation, Love, Men, Women]
