I’m not sure if this is:
- a satirical look at guys who think their lack of money and fame is the main reason women don’t drop trou for them (as opposed to, say, their whiny and entitled attitude and insistence on a degree of physical perfection in a mate that they do not expect of themselves); or
- a passive-aggressive attempt to satirize women who move to Los Angeles, spend a great deal of time trying to build a career, as well as a great deal of time working out (the two are probably closely connected in LA), and yet dare to be picky when someone who lacks ambition or accomplishment but is a really nice guy expects to be able to sleep with them.
I’m leaning towards option 2, but satire is becoming more and more difficult to recognize as satire.
Even if this is actually the douche-tastic lament of a spurned Nice Guy™, I have to recognize that it has some effective song parody qualities.
