Nice Guys Finish Last?

Not really, they aren't even in the race. An insightful friend of mine made the satirical observation that the women in this town don't want a nice guy, they want the douche bag that is going to treat them badly. In turn, the nice guys that surround them are either overlooked, or banished to the friend zone. All very sad, but very true statements. However, there is a missing piece of information, a link that explains why this social phenomenon exists. Most rational people would have a hard time understanding why quality girls would jump through hoops of fire to try and be with the scum of Scottsdale. The answer is simple. It's for the very reason people go to the circus to watch people jump through literal hoops of fire. It's a remarkable feat, daring, scaring, and very few people can pull it off without getting hurt. The few that do, have made a profession out of it and are adored by the general public (or at least a few 100 circus patrons).

What Scottsdale girl (or any girl for that matter) doesn't want to be adored by her community? Taming the "bad boy Scottsdale douche bag" is as coveted and elusive as the Quest for the Holy Grail, and validated by both men and women alike. The women are green with envy, and the men respect the mystic creature that can pussy whip the player. Needless to say, it is quite a challenge and few are successful, but by the laws of social economics, there is high demand for that which is hard to attain.

Unfortunately for the nice guy, he's already been caught, groomed, caged, and placed on display in the Nice Guy Zoo for public humiliation. Taming one of these docile creatures is pointless, as it is easy to accomplish, and therefore (back to the social economics) in little demand. It would be like expecting an Olympic Medal for my 9:53:26 mile time. The problem is that deep down, women really do want the nice guy, so then when they finally catch themselves a little douche bag, and he remains a true to form, they're less than thrilled. And thus, the bitching and moaning ensues about their asshole boyfriend that they tried so hard to get. I usually try and give some sort of words of wisdom or potential courses of action, but I got nothin’. It really is quite a problem, but I don't really foresee a resolution. I think the only reason this hasn't threatened the institute of procreation is because both men and women eventually give up and settle for whomever they happen to be with at that moment. I used to think the "settle point" was somewhere around 30, but with modern medicine and plastic surgery, it has jumped another 5 years and continues to climb.

So there is no moral to this one. No advice or lesson, just rounding out the rant of a fellow blogger.