Woman regrets never dating 'nice guys'

M. Brown

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**This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events that I have experienced firsthand; used with permission.

I’m not a big fan of regret. I usually try to transform those kinds of feelings into useful lessons for my life. However, if I forced myself to admit the biggest regrets that I see in that rear-view mirror of life so far, they would probably consist of missed opportunities in my love life.

I’m talking about all of those guys throughout my younger life that probably would have made fantastic boyfriends or life partners. Not only did I ignore these guys but I rushed to judgment about their potential value in my life.

Most of the time, my ignorance about the guys who asked me out was based purely on what I imagined in my head about what a fantasy ‘dream guy’ should be like.

The descriptions of nice, kind, or considerate didn’t seem to be a priority to me when I was younger when choosing a date. Guys who were classified as exciting, handsome, ambitious, or even a bit dangerous always seemed to win out.

I often dismissed guys who were too clingy or who appeared to like me too much. Instead, I opted for ‘the emotionally unavailable guy’, themommy-issues guy’, or even worse, ‘the married guy’.

Why? The short answer is insecurity.

I simply didn’t know myself very well and instead of wanting a guy to be interested in my feelings or personality, I only cared about being wanted by someone. None of the ‘bad boys’ I dated actually knew the real me. That was the whole point. I didn’t want them to see the real me. I only wanted them to see something they desired.

I was only interested in the game of being wanted rather than the reality of being valued as a human being within a loving partnership. I didn’t even know how to be a good partner to anyone until my late 30’s much less know how to find one.

Mistaking attraction for love, trust, and intimacy is a common problem for many people. In my own past, I got so wrapped up in the idea of being utterly consumed by romantic passion that I missed out on a lot that life could have offered me in the real and healthy relationship realm.

Maybe I just read too many romance novels as a teenager — or maybe I had some harsh lessons to learn before I could evolve enough emotionally to become a decent partner myself.

Well, I did learn my lessons. I missed out on all of those ‘nice guys’ for over a decade. The ones who see you for who you are as a person. The ones who look at you in the morning with hair like a bird’s nest and breath like a dragon and still think you’re sent from heaven. The ones with a touch so gentle that you always feel safe.

Those so-called nice guys often get passed up for the guy who pushes your boundaries, says hurtful things, or even physically abuses you.

I’ve discovered that many women, including myself, have become entangled in destructive relationships because they were attracted to the passion. It may sound ridiculous to some people, but it’s true. Those of you who have been there probably understand what I’m talking about.

The ability of intense attraction to fog up your greater sense of relationship direction should never be underestimated.

The kicker here is that the so-called nice guy is going to actually love you which means that you have to love yourself first. The cliche is true.

Unless you fully love yourself and know who you are, you won’t be open to anyone else who truly loves you. You won’t tolerate it. You’re too afraid.

So, in regards to all thosenice guys’ from my past who admired the honest, human things about me that I myself didn’t even acknowledge or accept — I regret not giving them attention. I regret being rude, aloof, or just downright mean to them. I am sorry that I blew them off to chase some arrogant guy who would only shatter my heart and self-esteem.

Nice guys might finish last sometimes in favor of that risky, exciting bad boy type, but, in the long run, those nice guys are certainly worth giving an opportunity to.

Now that I’m a grown woman who loves herself, I can finally see what they saw.

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