Nice guys don’t always finish last. I swear they don’t. They do often finish last early in life in the romance department because a lot of teenage and college age girls are kinda stuck on that whole bad boy thing. We crave the ego maniacs who are so mean to everyone that any slight hint of interest feels like a crowning ceremony. (She’s your queen to be!)
The nice guys get lost in the shuffle in favor of more exciting guys that have drama, intrigue and the power to make a simple phone call into a soap opera level event. While not getting any, the nice guys went on with their lives, diving into academics and work and basically grinding for the future with a woman-sized chip on their shoulders as they posted up against the wall date-less on prom night.
As we, ladies, get older we begin to see the value in the nice guy. Drama for drama’s sake is no bueno. A man who calls when he says he will call is a godsend.
I remember very clearly the day I was cured of my bad boy ways. I was a teen as was my beau at the time. He came to pick me up at my house one day to go to the movies. We stopped at his house (in a not so cute neighborhood in Detroit) because he forgot the movie tickets at home. It was dark outside. He was in a gang and lived in a neighborhood where he was literally surrounded by the rival gang.