Nice Isn’t Always a Four Letter Word

March 13, 2006 by The Tattoed Debutante

The running joke in my family is that if there is a lying, cheating, jerk within a 200 mile radius, he will eventually show up somewhere as my date. I see the best in everyone, even if I have to dig through mountains of crap to find the good. I like to believe that everyone will one day realise their potential and be the man that I see. This is a delusion that the FDA is currently approving drugs for. My bad boy habit is a plague that has apparently infected a gross majority of American women. And it’s one of those sicknesses I like because some of the symptoms are so much fun. The excitement, the emotional roller coaster, the fear, they’re all an aphrodisiac when you’re afflicted by this “illness.”

I may have found the cure: The Nice Guy. Now, I know you’re rolling your eyes at me right now, sighing as you disdainfully comment that if we were attracted to nice guys we wouldn’t have this problem to begin with. Well, stop. Here’s the catch. You have to find a nice guy who could pass for a bad boy. He can have bad habits, tattoos, and a less than stable lifestyle. He can have long hair, a nicotine addiction, and some unfocused anger. BUT, he’s nice. He has an amazing heart. He listens when you talk. He wants to protect you against all odds. He misses you when you’re not around. He thinks about you as often as you think about him. Being with you is not only important, it’s imperative. He’s a sheep in wolf’s clothing. The best of both worlds. Everything you ever claimed to want coupled with everything you’ve always been attracted to.

I’ve temporarily taken off my running shoes for a boy like this. We shall see how it feels to simply walk hand in hand. I’m not turning them in yet, just giving my feet a rest. They’ve earned it.

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