someoneyouknow
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Dear nice guy,
You’ve been seriously maligned and swept under the carpet for so long. It can’t go on.
Nice is such a flabby word. It is what you say when someone is dressed in pretty pastel colours, or to compliment your Mother’s friend on her church hat. To describe a real honest-to-God MAN like this is just ridiculous and humiliating.
You’re the one whose quiet strength everyone relies on, you keep in the background finding little to interest you in claiming glory. You’re the guy who sincerely encourages others to do their best, you’re not afraid of failure yourself; you’ve got back on that horse so often that you epitomize gritty determination. You’re not weak, you’re not unsuccessful- you just don’t shout it to the rooftops unless it is about someone you care about.
You’re not that person who is going to trample over everyone else to get to the top; in fact you’ll give as many others a hand up as you can. You’re THAT guy- the unassuming one the reliable one, the one whose mild-mannered personality grows on girls over time until a light bulb goes off. Your calm composition is what often makes us pass you by, but it is just that particular thing we go back to when the laddish, the loud, the bravadoccio have beaten our hearts to a pulp.
You’re our always-there ride home, the one who patiently holds our hair out of the way so we can puke when we get drunk at that party, and you never refer to it again. You’re the one who turns up when called, and the one who always has an easy smile even when things are rough. You’re the one who always gives up his turn for someone who needs it more. A modern man reviving chivalry- who knew? You are not seduced by the idea of shallow romance, in fact you’re the one who simply loves with no strings attached.
Do us girls a favour- don’t believe the hype, and don’t let the viciousness of others corrupt your kindness. The theory that nice guys like you finish last is a fiction spread by those who have to justify their egos.
We’ve been so conditioned to believe in the dramatic hero that you have to give us a little time to come around to you. Hang in there- because when we do, you have us hook, line and sinker.
I hope you find us.
Here’s to you,
- wondering girl
xox
I'll take that as a compliment but it doesn't help when you can't get the time of day.
That said, along those same lines (sorry, not an image):
http://ropeandthings.tumblr.com/post/26626387769/i-used-to-intern-at-an-organization-on-the


