<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3796766468946362091</id><updated>2011-12-11T02:44:45.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary thoughts of an insane woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraburton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3796766468946362091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraburton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cassie Burton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091348615689113778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3796766468946362091.post-1700396631245563410</id><published>2008-06-29T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:17:37.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice guy? Nice Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3cKzBql1UTs/SGf74cePkKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TfAD_kqSJPs/s1600-h/j0422459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217415640466296994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3cKzBql1UTs/SGf74cePkKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TfAD_kqSJPs/s320/j0422459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So I was watching this movie with my parents. Definately, maybe. For those of you who have not seen this, stop reading now, because I am going to ruin the movie for you if you keep reading, and you will not be happy. Seriously. Anyway, so I was thinking as I was watching this movie about a comment that a friend of mine made a while ago about the nice guy finishing last. But what about the nice girl?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So in this movie, it is obvious which of the three girls is really in love with the main guy, but he is totally oblivious to the fact that she likes him as more than a friend. By the time he figures it out, she has moved on and is dating another guy, and he is all hurt and pouty about it. But, as his daughter points out, she came back from her trip for him! He didn't even realize it, and then played this martyr looking like the "nice guy finishing last". However, in the end of the movie everything is a storybook happy ending, and this guy gets the girl anyway. And I thought to myself, this is the guy version of a chick flick. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, yes, it is true that the nice guy finishes last. And I realize that girls can't follow the story book farytale about the idea of "true love". But a lot of the time, the nice guy finishes last because he is too stubborn to realize that the girl didn't want more than friends because she is afraid of finishing last herself. It is really hard for people to be open about their feelings toward another person, because we've all been there where it blows up in your face and you wish that you had never met the person to have to go through all that. the nice guy is the girl's friend because she doesn't want to lose the one thing in her life that makes her want to wake up in the morning and face the day. Because more often than not, to him, she is just that. The "nice girl".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3796766468946362091-1700396631245563410?l=cassandraburton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraburton.blogspot.com/feeds/1700396631245563410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3796766468946362091&amp;postID=1700396631245563410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3796766468946362091/posts/default/1700396631245563410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3796766468946362091/posts/default/1700396631245563410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraburton.blogspot.com/2008/06/nice-guy-nice-girl.html' title='Nice guy? Nice Girl!'/><author><name>Cassie Burton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14091348615689113778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3cKzBql1UTs/SGf74cePkKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TfAD_kqSJPs/s72-c/j0422459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
