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Lately (probably thanks to Valentine’s season), I’ve been reminiscing about my single life. Specifically, I’ve been thinking about all the men who hit on me, were friends with me, and who faded away when I didn’t return the feelings. The men who loved me, who didn’t love me, and who hated me. The men who manipulated me and made me think I was a terrible person for not giving more of myself to them.
And while thinking about my past, I realized something that has been floating in my subconscious for a long time but that I hadn’t put into words: bad boys are much better men than nice guys.
Before I share my ten reasons why, a few disclaimers. First, this article is only about Bad Boys™ and Nice Guys™. There are in fact other men out there (does Chris Evans even have a category?) and if you happen to find the Witty Best Friend or the Artistic Loner, good for you. But I do think it’s true that many men fall into these two stereotypes.
Second, this article is about my experiences and I could be completely wrong. That being said, I have found bad boys and nice guys to be remarkably similar: across sexualities, cultures, and race.
