Feeling in the dumps recently….Nice guys finish last anyways… Dont believe in love anymores… well i hope i will pick myself up soon 
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Eric.
25/3/08.
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And the answer to the question “What Happened to All the Nice
Guys?”, i read it from some article
(http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lax/483318927.html)
and find the answer quite truthful…
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Here’s quoted from his article:
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The answer is simple: you did.
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See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a
Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with
you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your
place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going
out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him
about how horribly the (other) guy that you were treated.
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At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he
was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do
things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you
because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior
was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having
any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by
claiming that you were “just friends.” Besides, he totally wasn’t your
type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or
too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do
any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish
boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
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Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship
with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this
other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him.
More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or
became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to
him weren’t the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term
relationship. So, now, you’re single again, and after having tried the
bar scene for several months having only encountered players and
douche bags, you wonder, “What happened to all the nice guys?”
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Well, once again, you did.
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You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy
without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed
at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof
boyfriend more than the attentive “just-a-” friend. Eventually, he
took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to
realize, one day, that women aren’t really attracted to guys who
hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a
Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted
five months ago; or listen when you’re upset; or hold you when you
cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he’d
have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably
cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally
acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he’s probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate
rejection of him is to thank for that. And I’m sorry that it took the
complete absence of “nice guys” in your life for you to realize that
you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a
handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
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So, if you’re looking for a nice guy, here’s what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what’s right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
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I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don’t really want a
nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have
matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you
might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in
reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash
his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
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If you were five years younger.
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So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to
the fact that you’ve screwed yourself over. You’re getting older, after
all. It’s time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn’t
want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn’t want you,
now.
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Sincerely,
A Recovering Nice Guy
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