The Underdog

Rocky. Great underdog. Eye. Of. The. Tiger. I got it. You just don't know it.

Rocky. Great underdog. Eye. Of. The. Tiger. I got it. You just don’t know it.

I have to set the record straight.

Because a lot of people seem to think I’m this big mess of self-doubt with no self-confidence.

It became clear yesterday when the author of Broken American Dream Diaries wrote the following to me:

“Dude, you might need to do some dating affirmations because only women in similarly desperate situations (moi!) find such a lack of confidence endearing.

“Say this in the mirror 10 times every morning:

“I am fuckable.

“I am cute.

“I will get laid.

“I am attractive to others.


I smiled. She’s just looking out for me and offering some practical advice I already know to be true. Please visit her blog if you’re interested in good, honest writing.

Women have always and will always be attracted to confidence.

Well, hold onto your vaginas ladies because I’ve got some news for you: I am totally confident. About a great many things. Most things, in fact.

Dear female readers: Don’t be alarmed by all the blood rushing to your privates. That’s just you thinking: Whoa. I KNEW I wanted to bang that guy!

David and Goliath

Who doesn’t like a good underdog story?

People who suck, that’s who.

Everyone else likes them. Especially me.

Always have. Always will.

You like Mario? I like Luigi.

You like Mickey? I like Donald.

You like Ferris? I like Cameron.

I loved it when Napoleon Dynamite danced. And maybe even found a girlfriend in the end.

I loved it when Rocky took out Ivan Drago in Rocky IV.

I loved it when Rudy got that sack for the Notre Dame football team against impossible odds.

I love underdogs.

I root for underdogs.

And I love to be the underdog.

The Art of Self-Deprecation

I can’t decide whether I’m really good, or really bad, at self-deprecation.

It’s just my shtick.

There’s probably some beautiful sweet spot between humble and cocky where we’re supposed to live.

But because I think humility is such a wonderful human characteristic, and cockiness, such a shitty one, I err on the side of self-deprecation.

And if that makes me come off whiny and unattractive sometimes, so be it. Because I’d much rather be that than vomiting cocksure self-puffery all the time and leading people to believe I think I’m better than others.

Because I most certainly do not.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t think I’m kind of awesome.

Because… (*lowers voice to a whisper*)… I am kind of awesome.

Don’t tell anyone.

My I-Don’t-Suck Affirmations

I like who I am.

And I’m smart enough to try to change the things about myself I don’t like. I will always look for opportunities to grow in that way.

But today, we shine light on my positives:

I am kind.

I am. On the inside. I feel empathy for others. I want to help people. I don’t want to be mean, ever. I’m sensitive about people’s feelings and work hard to be someone who lifts people up and not someone who tears people down. This is not something I earned or worked for. I have always felt this way about people. I was blessed to grow up surrounded by a lot of loving and caring people. That, combined with my genetic code, yielded me. A pretty nice guy. Probably nicer than average. And I would not trade my propensity for kindness for any other human trait. I don’t know if I want anything for my son more than I want him to display kindness to others. I think it’s fundamental to succeeding in life.

I am smart.

Not like Harvard smart. And not like old-grandfather wise. But I’m relatively good at figuring things out. Being smart is important. Being smart keeps me from hating that gorgeous young woman who was crowned Miss America because she’s of Indian descent. Being smart allows me to string grammatically correct sentences together. And read stuff. Being smart allows me to think critically, ask good questions and draw fair and reasonable conclusions. These are important things.

I am funny-ish.

Humor is relative. My ex-wife thought I was less funny than most other people do. I’m rarely the funniest guy in the room. But I’m almost never the biggest stick in the mud, either. If 10 is some super-funny person, like Will Ferrell or Daniel Tosh or Louis CK, and 1 is some humorless lump—like, say a ham radio enthusiast or Dane Cook—I’m probably like a 7 or 7.5, depending on my alcohol intake and the number of kids present.

I have values.

I’m not good all the time. I’m cross-the-line flirty. I like drinking more than most productive and successful human beings. If my job didn’t randomly drug test, I’d probably smoke pot once in a while. But I also have a moral code, and for the most part, I stand by it. I believe in my God. I aspire to Christian principles, which I like to break down into three simple steps: 1. Love people. 2. Give more than you take. 3. Don’t be a dick. I think having some level of baseline values is important.

I’m good in the kitchen.

And I don’t just mean when I’m licking chocolate syrup off my dinner date. I very much enjoy food. There was a long time in my youth when I wanted to go to culinary school and be a chef. But I decided it would be hard to have a family working 70-hour weeks, and being absent every Friday and Saturday on the busy restaurant nights. Glad that decision worked out so well! In the meantime, I very much enjoy preparing meals for friends. And I’m pretty good at it, too. Reason #162 on the Why Dating Matt Is A Good Idea list, is that you definitely want me bringing you omelets and French toast in bed before you orgasm for the second time that morning. Which brings us to…

I am unselfish (in the bedroom).

Because I’m a person, I’m totally selfish about lots of things. Everybody is. But you know what I’m really good at? Not being a selfish douchebag in the bedroom. I take immense pleasure from the person I’m with enjoying herself. I love making people feel good by saying something nice to them, or helping them with something they’re working on. Multiply that times 69 for how much I enjoy making a girl feel in the bedroom. I’m no Adonis. I am not God’s gift to women, physically. But for the women who deem me physically attractive enough to de-robe, I am a viable bedroom partner. And by viable, I mean totally rad.

The Not-So Grand Finale

You get the idea.

I can sit around all day long and tell you nice things about myself. I was raised by wonderful people. I’m God-fearing and aspire to love everyone—literally everyone. That automatically makes me easier to get along with than about 70 percent of the world’s population.

I’ve spent my entire life having very positive feedback from people.

When I was young, my friends’ parents always liked me because I was polite and respectful.

When I was in college, most people liked me because I went out of my way to introduce everyone I could to everyone else. And I was almost never a dick.

When I was a newspaper reporter, sources liked me because I never burnt anyone. And even when I wrote something they didn’t like, it was always based in fact and completely on the up and up.

People tend to like me at business networking events.

People tend to like me at parties.

People tend to like me at work.

I have an entire lifetime of people responding to me mostly in positive ways.

I am kind. Friendly. Respectful. Polite. Well-mannered. Thoughtful. And fun-loving.

There are only four kinds of people in this world who don’t like me:

1. My ex-wife

2. Terrorists

3. Girls on

4. Dicks

Are we all good now? Are you convinced that I like myself?

May I go back to cracking on myself and whining about stuff?


Now, back to your regularly scheduled program of me not being tall enough…

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47 thoughts on “The Underdog

  1. phoenixasubbie says:

    I love cameron :-) and a man who can cook, plus take care of his lady in the bedroom….you go get em. Great post.


  2. You are fucking hilarious.

    Let’s talk more.


  3. *slow claps to begin a wordpress round of applause*

    loves it.


  4. tripb says:

    Multiply by 69… haha
    You are awesome, my friend and I love that you believe it too!! We all should be so enamored with ourselves…
    I wish I could make a list like that… I’m a list maker, but tackling one about myself or dating or getting laid… seems overwhelming.


  5. OHkls says:

    God you make me laugh! I’ve never once thought that when reading your posts. I think you seem like a good person working through a really crappy time in your life. And for the record, I think it takes a confident person to be open about their feelings and put them out there (even anonymously) the way you do. I can barely admit things to myself, much less put them down on paper and let people read them!



  6. knace says:

    Ha. Take THAT, ladies! You should have just had a link to your blog on your match profile. The offers would be rolling in. =)
    Donald is SO more interesting than Mickey.


  7. littlemeuk says:

    This is awesome, totally made me giggle.

    I love the rocky reference.

    Keep writing, it’s makes many people smile.



    • Matt says:

      Thank you!

      I’m very pleased to hear that you’re laughing. Super-healthy.

      I appreciate that you continue to peek in here and see what’s going on. Really awesome.


  8. Dear Underdog,
    Totally rad post. You will now have to fight women off of you with a stick.


    • Matt says:

      Oh yeah! It’s so hard to type this right now with all the women wrangling for my belt buckle! How will I ever mow the lawn this evening!?


      Thanks for reading, lady. Hope you’re well.


  9. Dude…. come on!

    Your on a roll. I dont think I ever told you this, but I was once engaged…to my teacher! 1000 people invited to the wedding. It was suppose to be a grand event, celebrities, my parents and tons of people who I have worked with in the industry throughout the year… and I canceled it. Best decision I ever made. Kinda of feel like a divorcee ever since.

    I know it doesn’t compare to you, but something that i realized in time is that I am worth it. The only reason i ended up engaged to my teacher was because I thought she was the only one would actually love me. Turns out…she definitely didn’t. Wish her the best though. She still calls and harassed. She is a bitter olding woman now.

    I then went on to date some amazing woman out there. I had to work on myself first. That underdog attitude…i had to shed it. It took a while..but it was worth it.

    Then again..i too am single. So maybe it hasnt worked out all well…but then again..I am not marrying Cruela de Ville.

    Hope this sheds some light.



  10. littlekeiko says:

    Cool post as always, Matt. For the record, you’re more than funny-ish! Love your humor dude, your posts always make me smile.


    • Matt says:

      Thank you. Reading people say that they smiled because of something I wrote makes me smile.

      So, it’s like a big smiley fest. And that’s a good thing. I appreciate you being part of it.


  11. ivansblogworld says:

    With but few exceptions, it is always the underdog who wins through sheer willpower.
    Johnny Weissmuller

    Your blog is so honest, but the way you write is so animated, and funny cannot help but laugh at your expense. Ivan


  12. […] It was one of those moments like I mentioned in my post yesterday that I can specifically remember someone really responding positively to me. […]


  13. writerlyone says:

    Glad I made you think! And glad you proved me wrong.
    Now I have to go run and do some affirmations in my mirror right about now.
    Thanks for making me laugh tonight.


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  17. Well, that sufficiently moistened my vagina. Now I just need to figure out where this thing came from. I didn’t have it earlier today…


  18. You are indeed, pretty awesome. I’m really enjoying following the “abridged MBTTR” trail through your posts. Thanks for sharing so much of yourself… this may be the kick in the pants I need to start doing so myself.


  19. I don’t know how I came upon this blog but I am glad I did. You, sir, are quite the wordsmith. And you’re ranking of how funny someone is is so spot on it’s uncanny (I, too, despise Dane Cook…and Carlos Mencia. I also think Louis CK and Daniel Tosh are the best thing to come to comedy since….well…hmmm, let me think about that one.).

    I think becoming separated recently (recently…it’s been nine months!), I see a lot of me in you. Except for the fact you have hair. Hey, every little advantage is still an advantage.

    Anyway, I started from the beginning of your journey and I have made it this far. I see there are many more posts to read and I look forward to it. And chances are I will reply about something you have written about eight months ago, like the late-to-the-party kind of guy I am. As you can also tell, my writing has no structure.


    • Matt says:

      Thank you very much for checking it out.

      Someone is suggesting I go back and read from the beginning for inspiration. I may do that very thing.

      Anyway. Really appreciate your time.


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