that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate

them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want

them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their

next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet

nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who

are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that

no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play

mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask

you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly

compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and

smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to

call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and

she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl

fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive

 and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from

which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not

immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick"

you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her

sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse

to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once

again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more

for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because

therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But

you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone

genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your

anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with

your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can

pretend to have a connection with another human being which is