For as long as I can remember I’ve consistently heard the phrase, “Nice Guys Finish Last”.
Heck, I’ve gone through a spell of that mindset.
I remember I used to be the “nice guy” that always did the right things but never got anywhere. I would see a lot of people getting what they wanted and they were never anywhere as nice or respectful as I was. Hell, I thought a lot of them were dicks.
This baffled me and for the longest time I too became victim to the dreaded idea that I, a nice guy, would indeed finish last.
I mean, I would bend over backwards for people. I would go out of my way to ask about how they were doing. What could I do for them.
This applied to everything, but of course it always came back to being that “nice guy” with girls and never getting anywhere.
I remember, I would be the guy on the end of a phone counseling my crying friend. She would be beautiful and intelligent but she never noticed me. I was the guy that cheered her up, meanwhile she was chasing guys that were never good enough for her.
Yet here I was, being nice, asking how I could help and what I could do. In return I would receive the dreaded, “Thank you so much for being here for me. I’m so lucky to have a FRIEND like you”.
Those words will forever be crushing the spirits of nice guys and gals…
Luckily, over time, I unknowingly grew out of the “nice guy” grave.
It hasn’t been until recently that I finally started to realize why and how.
You see, for as long as I can remember I was…