Words I Couldn't Say

Finishing last.

I've been thinking and I know that it's true.
The nice guy always finishes last.
In this case, I guess it's the nice girl.


What's with guys that throughout their lives have had shitty realtionships and when they finally find a nice girl, they say they are just the "friend type." This isn't really to any certain person, but i've found this to be true 95% of the time.

So this is a tribute to the nice girls. The nice girls that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whinning and complaining about their confusing and bitchy girlfriends. This is for the girls who provide a shoulder to lean on. This is in honor of the girls with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern.

This is for the girls who escort their drunk, bewildered male friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the girls who accompany guys to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy female population, for the girls who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the girls who are accredited as girlfriend material but somehow don’t end up being girlfriends, for all the nice girls who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice girls who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time he left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called him back, he spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences his girlfriend said to him over dinner. And even though you thought his girlfriend was a loser and a jerk, you assured him that it was all ok and he shouldn’t worry about it. This is also for that time he didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, he dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and he flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for his ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

I'm tired of hearing the irrational, confusing things such as “oh, she’s too nice to date” or “she would be a good girlfriend but she’s not for me” or “she already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask her out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable women in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date female friends to sympathize and apologize for the women that are bitches. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice girl!) and what they do (I’m 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 guys who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice girls, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those guys, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

posted by Bailey Ann @ 1:27 PM