We all complain all the nice guys are dead
But you see....
To think back, there is always a guy pal who always seemed to make an effort to make you happy. 24/7 available and don’t mind being a substitute. When you were lonely wanting to find someone to rant things out, he will sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you. Ouch to him.

Oh well, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he is trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. About how he msn you, sms you and sometimes find it irritating while claiming that you were “just friends.“
Besides, he totally wasn’t your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, he drifts away. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren’t the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you’re single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you again wonder, “What happened to all the nice guys?“

Thinking back, you ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive “just-a- friend.”

Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life.