Do you feel like you are one of the “Nice Guys” that always comes in last? Do you feel whiny, pathetic and in need of everyone’s pity because of this? Do you never get the girl / job / house / milkshake of your dreams because of this? Then this blog is dedicated to you.

I would like to explain two things to these supposed Nice Guys, something that may clear it up for them, so that they may stop annoying me with their complaints about how wretched their lives are.

1).  There is actually no such thing is a completely pure and imperfection-free Nice Guy. Everyone on the planet has something about them, something they do or even think about that is not very Nice. It’s called Being a Human. So stop wandering around with the Saintly Syndrome, thinking we are blessed indeed to have you in our presence, just because you don’t abuse people or you go to church every Sunday. 

2).  The whole distinction between the Nice Guy and the Bad Boy (cue the oooooo’s and gasps) is really tired and out-dated. Getting what you want and living the most amazing life you can has nothing to do with being a Nice Guy. In case you have been living under a rock for the past 20 or so years, the world doesn’t work like that. You can be the most extraordinary, wonderful, super-duper, awesomely stupendous guy on the planet. How am I supposed to know that if you won’t even open your mouth?

No, what it’s really about is having self-confidence, belief that you are someone incredible and have something to contribute to the world. Come on guys! You want that hot girl? Talk to her, get her interested in you, and dare I say, be brave and make the first move.

I’ll give you a moment to recover from that last suggestion, while I tell you about my experience. I am about to give up on a Nice Guy because he just won’t ask me out. He likes me, and I can tell, but he just won’t make a move. I have to continually do the asking and I can’t stand it anymore. Maybe he has issues, maybe he’s been emotionally ravaged by a past relationship and he can’t handle rejection. Well, if there’s someone over the age of 18 who doesn’t feel exactly the same way, please raise your hands. No takers? As I thought.

Nice Guys, get over yourselves. Grow up and stop acting like little boys and maybe someone will actually give you a chance, because while you have that whole gripey, wimpery thing going on, no-one, including the hot girl you saw this morning, is going to touch you with a ten-foot barge pole.