PERSONAL: I HATE WHEN WOMAN SAY.. "I'M TIRED OF DATING BAD BOYS" THAT IS BULLSHIT

I read this all the time...“I’m tired of dating bad boys, can we try and take things slow?” And the sucker (that’s me) would say, “Absolutely,” with a genuine smile on my face.Each time, it ended the same damn way: Things would go great for the first couple of weeks, we would go out on great dates. I would never rush things, fishing for only a kiss after several dates.

I would be a nice guy, and then the girls would disappear. They would stop answering my calls and replying to my texts. A couple of weeks later, I would run into them, at which point they each told me the same thing. They were seeing someone; they rushed into things, but are now taking it slow.

I was taking them out on romantic dates and courting them, some other guy was the one sleeping with them and satisfying them.And that is when I formed my opinion of what it is girls really want. They want the romantic and chivalrous things, the nice dates and the cute surprises — just not from a nice guy. They want it from someone they can teach to do those things — from the bad boy

I know women are sexual creatures the same way men are; they have needs, and it is only natural that they should want them satisfied by someone with whom they have instant attraction — the other stuff they can work on later.They want someone who will please them in all ways, be the envy of girls everywhere AND open the door and act like a gentleman (the last one is the project).

All of this boils down to one thing: They want a challenge. They want to be the one who not only gets the sexy guy all their friends were swooning over, but they want to be the one who makes him fall in love with them, they want to be the one who turns the bad boy, into their nice guy.

Challenges are kids....I don't have time for that.So here we are, full circle. I’m not a nice guy anymore; I’m tired of being screwed over. I’m tired of waiting to sleep with a girl out of respect only to find out she slept with my buddy the same night I took her out to dinner, I’m tired of making an effort for no reward, I’m tired of being rejected (I don’t care what gender you are, rejection hurts).

But, most of all, I’m tired of listening to you complain about how there are no good men left, when I was right there.So you know what, I’ll stop being a good man; I’ll stop being a nice guy, and maybe then you’ll stop pretending like I don’t exist.

What I’ve learned is that nice guys don’t finish last. No, they get hurt enough or ignored enough and change. They learn the game and adapt, and in the end, there are no nice guys left.They change into something that gets your attention, and is given a chance, something you see as a viable sexual partner. But that isn’t all true because there are still some nice guys hidden out there in the world, you just don’t call them that.

So now that I think about it, I might not be a hopeless romantic anymore, after all. Maybe I have been reformed, maybe I have been cured and my friends will stop calling me “Ted Mosby.” I know I am still a gentleman, but after all, “a gentleman is simply a patient wolf.”

The truth of the matter is this. While this may seem like the ranting of a jaded man, or an overly confident douche, at the end of the day, I’m just another heartbroken person trying to avoid it happening again.

There is this misconception that men don’t have feelings or emotions, that when you flake on a date or break things off out of the blue, that we don’t get hurt. We do. We may not wear our emotions on our sleeves, but we do get hurt. Those things do bother us, and the end result is always the same: a guarded, bitter man with higher walls than a medieval castle.

It took all of this for me to realize that being a hopeless romantic in today’s world is pointless; you have to adapt.You have to accept this modern thing we call dating and love, or the same thing will happen over and over again, like an endless waltz.

The most honest and truthful reason I can give you as to why there are no nice guys left is fear. We were terrified of being alone, and we got so sick of being lonely.

Everyone wants intimate companionship, even nice guys. So to get it, we threw in the towel, we changed and learned — we stopped accepting that nice guys finish last.

Nice guys can’t finish last if there are none left. We know that being a nice guy didn’t entitle us to a great girl, but on those rare occasions when we ignored the timidness of our personalities and made our feelings known, we at least wanted a fair chance. But we never got one, and if we did, it was over before we knew it. “On to the next one!,” you said, as our hearts lay shattered on the floor.

People, especially girls, always say you have to fight!

I’m sorry, I can’t anymore. I’ve got nothing left. When you’ve been broken as many times as I have, it’s a constant fight just to hold yourself together.

It was much easier to change banners and give up on being a nice guy. And nice guys everywhere are realizing that as well; they are hanging up the knight’s armor and donning the bad boy’s leather jacket. If you can’t beat them, join them.

Who knows though? Maybe one day, the genders of our generation will stop thinking that they are each entitled to some mythical perfection that they deserve.

They will stop playing games and hold themselves to a higher standard and respect themselves enough to date people who truly make them happy and loved.

Maybe one day our generation will wake up and say, “I desire a certain kind of love, and I want certain qualities in a partner that will make him/her perfect for me! I don’t care how hot you are, or how sexy you are, that is not enough for me.”

And then what we will see are two souls, fighting for exactly what they want, encountering each other, and knowing, immediately, that they wont play games — that she was meant for him, and he was meant for her, and nothing else matters…

Until then, I guess I will have to hope