The good guy

Bob is a nice guy, respectful, gentle, considerate, a nice boy like you said. . . but it does not work quite as he would with the girls, and he does not understand why. Explanations.
Take Bob

Aged a little over twenty years, Bob is a nice guy, reasonably educated, relatively well educated. Although not a fashion plate, he is not ugly either. Can it be possible to gain a bit of sport and dress a little better, but hey, overall, Bob is * normal *.
He led the quiet life of a man of his age: he is a student, he has a job (crap), spends his pocket money on DVD, video cache porn on his hard drive, and Saturdays washing Mom his socks. All is well, life is beautiful.

Bob is also a polite boy - he said hello to Mrs. Gaudin when he crosses the stairs, thank the baker and, in general, it tends to take on him in case of conflict. Neither particularly transparent nor really extravagant, Bob is among those whose name is forgotten after a few years.

Bob meets his neighbor, and especially women. He feels for them a feeling of mingled admiration and compassion they suffer so much, the world society, ruthless and cruel, so they require. . . Bob is full of good intentions towards women and has only one desire: to shout his love and his desire to protect them all. A priori, nothing to reproach him for anything at this level, and the world would undoubtedly benefit that most people are like him.

Except that Bob was never the opportunity to express his good feelings for the simple reason that it has so far been only a few relationships, none of which lasted more than a few days ... without knowing exactly why.
Bob has a darling!

Recently, Bob met a girl, Cindy. It was the last night Tec Co 'in box (Bob HATE nightclubs, but he was persuaded by his mates because he Y'aura the cousin of one of them and she is lovely).
So, Bob is ecstatic. It is unclear how he did (he was a little drunk ... well ok, he was completely drunk), but still he has it wrapped, and he got his number.
Cindy is a cool girl: psycho in college, she was a year older than him, she is pretty, she has the conversation and 90B, which should make all his friends jealous.

Since they can not see too much during the week Bob blew his crime SFR. Moreover, it is the only one to call, but he cares: he understands that she did not always have the time to reply, and then, what counts is to know his new darling how he is glad to have met.

Bob feels that something is possible. It takes even to dream: What if ... it was good? And if they were made for each other? Bob promises that "with this one, it will be fine. He is determined to do everything to make it work. It is too much, he has no right to miss his chance. This time, Bob was determined to show good will, and show that little lucky that Cindy is the perfect guy, the guy whose dream of all girls. He feels he has a head start: after listening to her friends complain about the guys ( "y'en fed up, why we fall on the bastards"), Bob understands what wanted Women: A gentle man, sensitive and attentive, and certainly not an asshole.

Bob is confident he is the true portrait of this nice guy so perfect that all the girls claim.
Romantic Date

For their first date, Bob has a rendezvous in a small bar he knows it is the same bar where he spent hours at the time of the school. But it also knows no other, and then here it is: there his habits. He arrived half an hour in advance to be sure. And now, Miss has a half-hour late, Bob begins to stress.

His hands are clammy and perspiring slightly. He said he should not miss, it's time to prove himself.
Finally, after two beers on tap, Cindy finally arrived, not too out of breath, for someone who has almost an hour late.

- Cindy: "Hi, excuse me, I'm late, my car would not start over (it feels hum beer ...)".
- Bob: "Ahh ... Heuuu bin shit, I'm sorry, of course not worry I will not. . . Heuu. . . you want to order? "

Bob said that it would be a bad idea to point out to him that his excuse is bogus. It therefore leaves move.
Bob is nervous, do not know where to put his hands, or what to do with: Should caress those of Cindy? He has already seen it on TV ... Yes, but if it does not?
Should he make up? Rah brothel why nobody has ever heard that? In his confusion, he has not even noticed that Cindy had * just * a kiss on arrival.

Then follows a laborious conversation, punctuated by silences and faltering embarrassed, he who does not know what to say to Cindy, who does not know what to say either (which looks somehow as it happens). It's a bit bored, and Bob stress increasing. It looks easier in the movies.
Nevertheless, time is running, the night begins to fall. Both were a bit hungry. Cindy would love to escape, but Bob manages to convince her to go eat a piece - it was he who calls, there is - and he insists. Bob Rule addition to the bartender - 23 €, it is Paris.

Cindy, who feels that it makes her happy (and not a round) agreed reluctantly. After all, you never know.

Reached Hippopotamuche, Bob rushes to his lead for him to hold the door (nice), rushed to her to take the chair (class!) And chose it for what it will take (as in movies). . .

- Cindy: No, but I'm really not hungry, I assure you, a salad that's okay. . .
- Bob: No no, you really expect that you taste it, if you know you'll love! "An ostrich steak with green pepper sauce with cranberries and ketchup please sir," he said vaguely amused server (which makes the eye to Cindy).

Thank Cindy, a little embarrassed, wondering if finally Rencard this was a good idea. The meal takes place also in an uncomfortable atmosphere, punctuated by long monologue by Bob, who told Cindy the intricacies of the stock market, and trying to make him appreciate the value of the warrants, and goes to the ACA, and its projects future. Bob is a serious guy, he has already planned everything. "If you want, then I'll take you to see the field. . . then my parents put the caravan, but one day it will be mine, and I could construct my house. . . mine and that of women who share my life. " Cindy nods, rolling his eyes (and then he will really go vomit ").

Then, between a presentation on the unbearable loss of speed of Romanticism, which in effect translates fairly advanced state of decay and decadence of society, and his passion for jazz, Bob takes her by surprise.

- Bob: "I have a little something for you. . . "
Cindy is expecting the worst.
- Bob: "Yes, here, I think you're a great girl, and then voila, to mark the occasion, to a good start, I told myself that I could give you a little something ... So here, is three times ... nothing. "
- Cindy (Aaaaargh he will ask me in marriage to the rescue!) "Nah wait I can not accept you laughing too much. . . "
- Bob: "Nan nan ta will not difficult: I know what you women you support every day, and I want you to know that you found a guy who is always there for you whatever happens. . . "
And ottoman, he pulls out a ring (not very nice, even, downright ugly, kind of pigeon droppings in gold plated), commissioned in La Redoute, and he kept in his dresser drawer for years, pending an evening like this.
Cindy feigns delight: "Thanks you are too cute (to help get me out of here)" and makes the wind.

So, Bob gets to Cindy that he take her home. Bob does not talk too much in the car: it focuses on his conduct. He did not want his girlfriend to take an irresponsible done anything to impress the girls. He is determined to make no mistake. To impress him, show him he is a grown man, he has a CD of Miles Davis. As far as he could tell, she seems to appreciate.

Cindy is in hell. She spent a horrible night. It sits in the seat of the car, trying to forget, it focuses on holiday in Spain - not easy, the other badger him put a CD of jazz, but how can you like it? Short.

Arrived on the doorstep of Cindy
- Cindy: "Good is not beeeeen it's late, but I get up early tomorrow j'aiiiii. . . er. . . . a yoga class, I must be in shape. . . Ah like the fact the ring is too large, you should report it to the jeweler to shrink ok? "
- Bob: "Oh, uh ... Oh you're safe? You want that I go take a nightcap? "
- Cindy: (lol hope you got) Nan seriously, I'd love to, but then I'm just too slammed, I spent a great night, you're a lovely guy, but it would be unreasonable. . . "
- Bob "(shit) Oh. . . Well I understand, too bad, we defer until later, ok? "
- Cindy (yeah ok that's it) "Ok, we did it later! "
- Bob: "I call you"
- Cindy: "Ok it works, good night kisses"
-Bob: "Kisses darling, uh. . . (Bob hesitates, and begins: violins!) I. . . I love you-bye-a-more. "
Cindy clenched teeth and swallows its vomit.