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Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton
Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys
who finish last, who never become more than
friends, who endure hours of whining and bitching
about what assholes guys are, while disproving the
very point. This is dedicated to those guys who
always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain
themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold
open doors and give reassuring pats on the back
and sit patiently outside the changing room at
department stores. This is in honor of the guys
who obligingly reiterate how
cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends
are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in
honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back
attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of
the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her
privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk,
bewildered female friends back from parties and
never take advantage once they’re at her door, for
the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers
against the rest of the creepy male population, for
the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments
but give them out anyway, for the guys who always
play by the rules in a game where the rules favor
cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as
boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being
boyfriends, 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 she left 40 urgent messages
on your cell phone, and when you called her back,
she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two
sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner.
And even though you thought her boyfriend was a
chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all
ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that
time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d
ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor
that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks
is the most repulsive person in the world. And even
though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for
two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor
to spread around the floor. This is also for that time
she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows
that there was nothing serious between the two of
you, she dragged you to a party where you knew
nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted
shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of
reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: oh,
but were just friends! And even though you were
invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her
ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like
that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is
due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys
don’t seem to get laid as often as they should.
And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I
can’t. From what I have observed on campus and
what I have learned from talking to friends at other
schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion
I can form is that many girls are just illogical,
manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just
want to date a nice guy, but when presented with
such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing
things such as oh, he’s too nice to date or he
would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me
or he already puts up with so much from me, I
couldn’t possibly ask him out! or the most
frustrating of all: no, it would ruin our friendship.
Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable
men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-
date male friends to sympathize and apologize for
the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that
are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out
why the connection breaks down between what
they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (Im
going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But
one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-
finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever.
There are definitely many girls who grow out of that
train of thought and realize they should be dating
the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The
tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier,
finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to
all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I
know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as
ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the
world needs your patience in the department store,
your holding open of doors, your party escorting
services, your propensity to be a sucker for a
pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd
things you tolerate, for all the situations where you
are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades,
my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to
you. You do have credibility in this society, and
your well deserved vindication is coming.
2 comments:
nice...but nice guys almost alway finnish last i suppose. i've been nice all my life and what has tht gotten me...just one relationship tht even god thought wasn't suppose to be...again nice poem
wow! it's an ode to me!!!! :D
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