“The Nice Guy.” We have all heard of this inherently compassionate, affable archetype of the male species–hell, we all have one of these guys in our lives, whether they are a friend, boyfriend, or what I would classify as a “Hooker”…get your minds out of the gutter, I am not referring to one who sleeps with others for financial benefit, but instead that one guy in your life in which their affection for you is unrequited and you whom you merely “keep on the hook” for an ego boost. Don’t judge, every girl has one. The system of societal Hookers mirrors that of aquatic and terrestrial food chains, making each girl both a predator (loved) and prey (lover).
However, the breed of the “Nice Guy” is threatened, red-listed, near extinction. As each member of this breed discovers their vulnerability as solely prey and never predator, they begin changing their ways, subsequently and rapidly leading to extinction. Due to the evolutionary concept of natural selection, there are fewer “Nice Guys” left and a sudden influx of yet more “Bad Boys”– an, unfortunately, undying and inescapable breed.
We curse this inevitable and scientific genetic drift of alleles from nice to bad; however, we have only ourselves to blame. Why do we continuously and whole-heartedly go after something and someone that is and will continue to be unattainable? Is it merely a game to us, keeping us in the “chase,” clawing for the title of “Girlfriend?” Is it all so that we can say, “I changed him. ME. I did it, I did the impossible”? When will we learn that the “Bad Boy” breed is not meant to be domesticated? They cannot be house-broken; they are meant to thrive in the wild. The increase in sales of Ben & Jerry’s and Taylor Swift CDs alone should tell us that these guys are not good for us. Regardless, we continue our hunt, and, in all honesty, fun in finding these “Bad Boys.” Hopefully, us girls will eventually experience our own Darwinian evolution, allotting us more intelligence and responsibility when it comes to our choice of guy. But until then enjoy the inked skin, pierced ears, and callused, guitar-playing hands!