The Nice Guys

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"I've decided, I'm going to marry Damon."

“Why Damon?”

“I kinda like the jerks”

“Why do girls like jerks?”

“Sometimes girls just like the chase bad boys give them. But no girl actually falls for the jerks. Girls like boys like you. The nice guys.”

“Really? I’ve never thought that. From what I’ve seen, nice guys never win.”

“In the end, nice guys always win. And if they don’t win, it’s not the end.”

 

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I know you’ve seen it before… But,

This is my tribute to the nice guys.

This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet; from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style. For all the nice guys that put up with so much; from the jealousy to the insecurities to the PMS. For all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated. For all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned.

 This is for you.

This is for that time you drove her to buy a mop. This is for that time you picked her up from school because it’s too cold to walk. This is for that time you forced her to watch Vampire Diaries. This is for that time you brought her quesadillas when she blew you off for a date because she had a “rough day.” This is for the time you taught her the value in clean music. This is for that time you told her that you missed her, and she responded with a trenchantly tart text. This is for that time you held her face in your palms and said “None of that matters; I just want you to be happy.” This is for all the times you’ve made her laugh when no one else could. This is for all the umpteen times you’ve been called the huggable “best friend”.

 “Because you’re just too nice." 

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get the girl as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. Because I am guilty, too. All I can say is: girls, watch out. Because your world would stop spinning if it weren’t for the Nice Guys. I know mine would.  Many girls claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say frustratingly fuddled things like “oh, he is too good for me” or even “I’m too bad for him”, and sometimes just: “he’s too nice”. Yet, we continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world and resort to the “jerks”

But Hey,

Nice Guy.

The world needs you; I need you.

For your holding open of doors. 

For your patience in department stores.

For all the conversations where you hold your tongue.

For continuously hearing yourself described as ubiquitously ‘really nice’.

For all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless, recognition-less hero.

My accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this world, and your well-deserved vindication is coming. There will be a day when the nice guys finish first.