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    <title type='text'>NICE GUYS</title>
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        <name>Michael aka MaDHatt3rMike</name>
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            <title type='text'>NICE GUYS</title>
            <content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;What happened to all the nice guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; The answer is simple: you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; 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 fucking treated you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; 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 &quot;just friends.&quot;  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. 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, &quot;What happened to all the nice guys?&quot; Well, once  again, you did. 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 &quot;just-a-&quot; 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 &quot;nice guys&quot; 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. 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. 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. If you were five years younger.  So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the  fact that you've fucked 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 fucking want you, now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; A Recovering Nice Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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