You happened

A succinct explanation for those women who claim to be looking for “nice guys”:

What happened to all the nice guys?

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were “just friends.” Besides, he totally wasn’t your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

This may sound slightly bitter, but it is as accurate a summary of the American scene as anything I’ve ever read. I never was a nice guy, but two of my best friends were and they suffered accordingly. What the ex-nice guy here is describing is what I’ve referred to in the past as being a member of a girl’s posse, desirable enough to maintain but not desirable enough to date.

Desirable women keep posses of fall-back dates, desirable men keep stables. That’s how it works, and that’s why polygyny is quietly making its way back into the mix as equalitarianism methodically weakens the traditional Western familial structure.