I'm a woman who's all about going out with nice guys. Shocking, I know -- but it shouldn't be. I'm not an anomaly of the XX chromosome, I'm not boring, overly domestic, and certainly not a prude. I'm just a girl who's done putting up with the BS and douchebaggery of bad boys.
Don't get me wrong; I've dated my share of jerks. That's part of how I got here. But after kissing a few frogs, I've learned the benefits of always choosing a heart of gold over a tall, dark, and handsome jerk.
Here's how I learned to love dating nice guys.
Dating bad boys amplified my insecurities
People tend to want what they can't have, or be attracted to a challenge (bad-boy appeal in a nutshell). You think it's the heart talking, but it's not -- it's actually the ego; and it wants to you to think you're special, or that you can tame him and handle him like other girls couldn't. Please.
I definitely lived in the fantasy of falling in love with a deeply misunderstood soul, and believed for a while that I was the only extraordinary person who could get through to him. He was a man I should have stayed away from. And if I couldn't have known that from the initial bumps we ran into early on, his multiple angry exes should have been strong indicators. But I was young, insecure, and still pretty fresh on the dating scene. I couldn't believe this slightly older, charming, and successful guy was giving me -- an awkward young girl who hadn't quite figured out the right shade of foundation -- the time of day.