(Written for a friend.)
Hey there. You know that guy? Sure you do. We all know that guy. You know … the nice guy.
Great guy, the nice guy. The nice guy is always there when you need him. Need some advice, someone to lend an ear, maybe a shoulder to cry on? The nice guy is there for you. Every time.
But … well, you know. He’s just the nice guy. Nothing exciting. Nothing special. Good guy, sure. Great guy, really. But he’s … well, he’s the nice guy. That’s all.
You don’t hang out with the nice guy: don’t go out for drinks, don’t include him with the gang when you go out for dinner. None of that. I mean, let’s face it. The nice guy isn’t all that exciting. He’s probably got plans anyway, or something to do. No need to ask him to participate.
Wait … what’s that? A date? Are you kidding? No way! The nice guy doesn’t set off sparks. No sizzle. Oh, he’s good for comfort when the boyfriend goes wrong. But to actually be the boyfriend? Are you crazy? He’s just the nice guy. No way could he be Mr. Right. Just no way. Besides, what if you did date him and things went wrong? Who would you turn to? No, can’t risk it. Gotta keep him at arm’s length.
The nice guy will understand when you explain it to him. You’re sure he’ll meet some nice girl someday that’s more his speed. It’s nothing personal. It’s nothing against him. But … well, he simply doesn’t fit into your world like that. Yeah, he could probably make some girl happy. He’s the nice guy. But it’s not you. No, it never could be you.
Still, sometimes you wonder about the nice guy. Every once in a while the smile seems a little forced, the eyes a bit distant. And he does seem to be alone a lot.
Well, he probably prefers it that way. He’s fine. Of course the nice guy is fine. Isn’t he always the first with the quip, the first one there for you when you need someone? He’s fine. We all have our off days. He’s fine where he is. He must get his happiness from helping others. He must be fine. He’s the nice guy.
Although come to think of it, don’t see him much anymore …