In love... with a new song. 

mood: 
spinning:  Lost Without You - Robin Thicke

What, exactly, is a Nice Guy? I'm not exactly sure I could tell you. There's no occupation or glaring trait that screams to the world, "I'm nice!" Quite to the contrary: it's the lack of flashy showiness that is an integral part of being a Nice Guy.

Think back to the last time you were depressed. Think back on whom all you talked to. Think of the guy who you bitched to about your problems and your life. Think of who gave you a shoulder to cry on, a story of reassurance, a sounding board to bounce scenarios off of. If he listened well, heard you out, and gave sound advice back - especially if he focused on your specific situation, not something from his life or vague, general platitudes - then he was probably a Nice Guy.

Being a Nice Guy is more an ideology than any action alone can encompass. It's hard to explain. Nice Guys are into chivalry. Nice Guys offer their bus seats to elderly and disabled passengers. Nice Guys talk emotions. Nice Guys value genuine friendliness over vapid flirtiness. Nice Guys have compassion. Nice Guys value honesty, even when it hurts them. Nice Guys have integrity. Nice Guys are there when you need them, but aren't in the way when you don't. Nice Guys work and play well with others. Nice Guys don't hit on chicks. Nice Guys don't call women 'chicks'. Nice Guys listen when you need to talk to someone. Nice Guys are amiable when you want someone to talk back. Nice Guys are, to the best of their abilities, fair, giving, open, and helpful. In a nutshell: Nice Guys are - well, nice. I don't know how else to put it.

Excerpt from:  http://www.antwon.com/broodings/brood01.html

I was browsing my subscriptions pages for stuff to read, and came upon a quiz called "Could You Ever Date a Nice Guy?

The results:  No offense, but you have no intention of being with a nice guy. The reason you attract hurtful guys... is because you are a hurtful girl. Any truly nice guy should stay away from you because you would just chew them up and spit them out. The good news is, you wouldn't know a nice guy if he fell into your lap. Which is fine because you would only use and abuse him... then dump him for being weak. Stick to the jerks... just remember, hurt them before they hurt you.

How insulting... ugh!  I sincerely believe that I've reached the point in my life where I am no longer interested in chasing assholes... no matter how amazing the sex is.  Honest to God, every relationship I ever had was with an asshole--to some degree--and I hated it.  It was just too much, and perhaps that's why I've been single for two years... all of my anger, hurt, sadness, and hate has built up inside me, and it has made me so bitter that I no longer want to leap anymore.  It does hurt to feel this way, but then the memories all come back---their spontaneous emotional outbursts, the hitting, screaming, my bitching and nagging, the intrusion into my space, putting down my feelings, and... more importantly, the lack of respect I had for myself by staying in the relationship because I failed to realize that I was the only one that wanted to "work things out".

Then one question comes to mind, had I played "the game" would it have worked out?  Or was I just the pushover in the relationship, and everything that happened was really because I was just too giving, too caring and loving.  But was it really so wrong of me to do so much for him even though he never gave anything back in return?  And my answer would be no.  When I fall for someone, their happiness is mine, and I would do things just to see them happy... without anything in return...

Anyway... I'll update later...