This is my toast to the good guys.
The guys who pull out chairs and open doors and send flowers to your work for no reason. Not because it racks up points, but because they simply want to.
These are the guys who treat their significant others with the same respect as their female best friend, their sister, their mom, and their grandmother. The ones that call you when they want to talk to you, text when they think of you, and tell you they like you the first chance they get because they don’t believe in “rules.”
So raise your glasses to the good guys. Who remember your birthday, plan dates beginning to end, sit through romantic comedies, and aren’t afraid to look like a sucka for love in front of their boys. The guys who aren’t perfect, and are human, and make mistakes. But are genuinely sorry for them and put in the effort to make it up to you.
The guys that break up with you instead of cheat, listen not just hear, spend time and not just money, look but never touch, and tell the truth because contrary to popular belief – we really don’t love the way you lie.
The good guys that take you out to dinner when the “asshole” flakes on you. Calls you when the “asshole” doesn’t. That wipes away tears the “asshole” caused. That keeps you company till you fall asleep afterwards, tucks you in bed, and then leaves, hoping that one day you’ll wake up and realize you deserve a good guy whether its him or not.
So pass me the Moscato de Asti, tilt your head back, and “say ahhh,” for the good guys. Because I refuse to waste alcohol on an asshole.