Beat the settle to warn the donkey

I dunno how to translate this in English, but this is it in Bulgarian :D
Here is the story for today. I did not know about the personal experiences of my "friend", but I heard some stories here and there and put the pieces together. So how much it takes to realize that you are being led on and used? I mean, a wonderful person to be used and played with... This is so sad. I am sad for him. I mean, I know he is a guy, and guys are stupid enough to think that cute girls who are nice to them would like them, but are you completely blind? So she can be nice to you, and make you do everything for her, and make you her fool, and you will believe she is your best friend. Until one day she decides she is bored of you now, and she needs a new toy. So then, completely heart broken, you would go to another girl like that, who plays around with you and uses you to get better after breaking up with someone. And it is obvious for everyone that she does not really want to be with you, but you have the secret hopes she will be not like the previous one. And you allow all these girls to get on top of your head just to satisfy your needs to be with a girl, because you hvae decided not to date anyone until you achieve your goals. I do not know if this is the truth and the whole story, but this is what I have heard. And I am so sorry that this person is not seeing it. And you know what hurts me most? That this person ignores and leaves his other friends who are not that cute and hot and sexy. I mean, does all of his girl friends need to be gorgeous for him to be friends with them? I feel that I have been lied. Because I respected that person before. I still love him even though we are not friends anymore. But seeing him being played with and hurt and used breaks my heart. I wish it was all just an assumption. But knowing him, i do not think it is. Why would he be so shallow in his relationships and be friends only with the sexy chicks and hurting the more honest and sincere yet not that hot of us? I feel sorry for him. I pity him. And I am sure if he knows that, he would feel disgusted by himself. Because he hates being pitied almost as much as I do.