By Jessica Greenfeld
He was the guy you went out with a couple of times. You enjoyed his company well enough. He made you laugh, called when he said he would, texted every so often to ask about your day, never tried anything more than a kiss—The nice guy. So obviously after about two weeks, you are ready to move on. You tell him: “It really isn’t you, it’s me. You’re such a great guy—Any girl would be lucky to have you. I would love to be friends.” But you’re really thinking: You weren’t aggressive enough, there wasn’t a chase, and it got kind of boring. Sounds familiar… pretty nauseating, huh?
The real problem with Mr. Dependable: His non-butt like tendencies. I mean, what is it about John Mayer? He dated and humiliated sexy celebs like Jessica Simpson, Jennifer Aniston and Taylor Swift. He even famously referred to Jessica Simpson as sexual napalm (which, although should definitely be construed as a compliment on her end, is certainly not something he needed to share with the world), yet girls would still form a line around the block to date him. Perhaps I’m going out on a limb here but I don’t think his “appeal” has much to do with his looks, or his charm. I’m guessing it’s the qualities we bash that are the same characteristics we crave. And yet here’s the clincher: Once these bad boys break our hearts, we find ourselves craving the Prince Erics of the world. (Yes, from The Little Mermaid. Cinderella’s Prince Charming is too cliché and so not my type.)
If we want to talk in Darwinian terms—It really does comes down to survival of the fittest. Take the nicest of guys, and pass them up a few too many times for the douche bags, and they will get the picture—Jerk is in. So, can we really point our fingers at these transformed sweethearts for thinking—If you can’t beat’em join’em? The question is, ladies, are we to blame for effectively killing off a breed of men that we constantly complain about not having enough of?
