The fuckboy: a guy who offers little more to women than
excitement and sex... Yet whom girls keep coming back to, even if they
say the hate him.
“Am I fuckboy?” I ask.
She laughs hysterically over the phone. “Oh yeah, for sure!”
I laugh. I expected this answer, as I’ve heard it from pretty much
every other girl I’ve asked.
“You know what, actually,” she interjects, “I would say you’re a
fuckboy, but you’re a little bit different. You’re definitely an
asshole, but I don’t think you’re a fuckboy. I think it’s
you’re honest. You don’t trick girls. You are pretty straightforward
about what you want.”
She’s a smart girl and one of the most loyal and devoted lovers I’ve
ever had, so her opinion is more nuanced and, frankly, more important
than the other women’s.
Whether through extended social circles or very
long and frank
discussions about my hobbies, philosophies, and the kindness that I
show to friends, family, strangers, and lovers, it seems only those who
spend a good amount of time with me have seen the lover beneath the
Yet, most won’t see that. To the majority of those I meet in life, I
will be labeled a fuckboy and described as sexist, misogynist,
disrespectful to women, and all sorts of nasty things.
I accept these labels if only to spit on those people. Anger and
hatred is usually a sign you’re doing something right.
To explore then whether the fuckboy life is right for you, I want
you to ask yourself a very simple question after reading this article.
To be a fuckboy? Or not to be a fuckboy?
That is the question.