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well i am one of these guys, this is a tribute to the nice guys.
The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what ass holes guys are, while disproving the very point.
This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.
This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support.
This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern.

This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

i am one of them............................................................ girls feel comfortable talking to us, they feel they can talk to us about anything, but sometimes we take advantage of this and then we screw it up a few line, by saying "i love you", i had the same experience, us nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. girls feel that if they hook up with us they will ruin the friend ship, I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!), then why cant they go for us then.