How often have you heard the phrase “nice guys finish last?”
100? 1,000 times?
I’ve certainly heard it a lot.
Basically, it means that girls like bad boys and the nicer a guy is to a girl, the less likely he is to actually get anywhere with her.
I somewhat resemble this remark.
I had a thing for bad boys. The lumberjacks. The rough and tumble, ready to rumble guys.
I married one of the worst!
Screaming over me while I huddled in a corner clutching a phone calling my parents because I’m sick with the flu, and he’s mad I didn’t clean the kitchen.
I learned a lot in that relationship.
I learned to appreciate nice guys.
The kind ones who listen to you. Who ask how you’re doing. Who remember you on your birthday and on holidays. Who bring you chicken soup when you’re sick.
My next two boyfriends were the definition of Nice Guy.
Jason, with his boxer’s broken nose, looked like a bad guy but was all sweetness and love inside. He would drive 45 minutes each way to come visit me during the week.
And Luke, though he took some time to grow on me, ended up being a very protective and loving boyfriend. Too bad he met and married someone else while we were dating. Truth!
In any case, I feel bad for all the nice guys whom I passed up – the Geoffs and the Gregs and the Andrews.
If it helps at all, I’ve discovered a sure fire way to meet nice guys. . .
Look for genuine smiles.
Avoid smirks, shit-eating-grins, and smiles that don’t reach their eyes.
Go for the guy with the smile that looks like he’s sitting down to a home cooked meal and is so appreciative of what’s in front of him.
It might not be foolproof, but it sure eliminates most of the bad boys.
Lord knows I need more kind souls in my life.