Why Not the Nice Guy?

Over many hours and many more liters of coffee, my friends and I deliberated on why we always seem to go for the mean men? Why it is, that we find ourselves attracted to the boys that bark and the men who hardly know we exist?

On a particularly unproductive day at work, I wondered over to one of my collogue/friend’s desk and decided to distract her. She is a sexy, smart fashionista who I conveniently discovered, shares my taste in men. As I sat at her desk, we giggled and blushed as we forced each other to reveal our secret work crushes. After scrolling through the list of arrogant and sexy traders, the confident and edible sales boys and who could forget the nerdy techies with their mysterious glasses (yes the glasses are an abnormal attraction I know, but we settled on the fact that they create an air of mystery, or something of that nature), I came to the conclusion that we ladies are attracted to the bad boys.

In high school, it was the bad boy with his uniform altered to an inch of its life, he smoked (I hate smokers now) and he jigged school, but there was something about him that made my heart skip a beat. At uni, it was the guy who drove the fastest car, rode the speediest motorbike and never paid for a thing, he too, made my heart race. And now, it’s the sexy suites, the arrogant, cocky boy’s boy that makes me bite my bottom lip. Why are we attracted to the meanies?

I have a friend who is a sexy, wonderfully sensitive and passive aggressive guy. He dresses only in Saba or Caliber and when I am around him, I am completely at ease. Yet given the stats, I do not find myself attracted to him. Are we incessantly trying to personify the saying “treat them mean, keep them keen”? Why not the nice guys? Are we saving the nice ones for marriage? I certainly hope so, because this is starting to become a very bad indulgence.