Nice Guys

On a recent day-trip to Athens, Georgia for a Wilco show, I had a couple hours to make some intersting observations about nice guys and what girls don't like about them. I recently discovered how wonderful life is with a nice guy. What took me so long? Not quite sure. I didn't even know how to date my nice guy.
Voicemail to best guy friend:
"J, help! I'm going out on a date with a nice guy and I have no idea what to do."
Be myself. Well, of course. And nice guy ended up being everything I always wanted, everything I always thought I deserved, yet so much more. More than answered prayers. God surely has blessed me with my nice guy.
My nice guy decided to show me around his college town and take me to see one of his favorite bands. As we're driving through downtown, college girl in pajama pants with her hair pulled up in a messy bun (you know her) walks across the street in front of us.
"See? I couldn't even get frumpy girls like that when I went to college here."
I couldn't stop laughing. Not at the frumpy girl; I reminded him that often that is my outfit of choice while studying. But of course he loves it on me.
So, the nice guy I was able to observe for a couple hours? I was standing behind him and blonde beauty at the Wilco show. Her: early 20's, fit, cutesy, blonde bob. Him: late 20's/early 30's, balding, a little round in the middle, and tried for hours to be her center of attention.
It wasn't working. He bought her Red Bull for their mixed-in-the-crowd Red Bull and vodkas, kept brushing her shoulder, leaning in to tell her jokes. I'll have to say, she put on quite a show herself to keep him interested. I'm assuming he bought her ticket.
But then I text eavesdropped. Actually, I've never done this before. And didn't think it was possible. But when you're crammed into a small, dark space with tons of people, it is quite possible.
Her: "Are you coming over tonight? Say yes."
Oh, yeah, this is while she's standing next to nice guy.
But this is the best part.
Nicky responds: "Sorry, babe, I'm pretty busy packing. I'll see you soon."
Ugh...it doesn't get much more desperate than this:
Her: "Booo. I might cry."
And that was all I could get. How lame am I for text eavesdropping? I know. But it did make me think about this nice guy who wasn't going to get beyond friend status probably ever with the blonde; what doesn't he have that Nicky does have? I have a lot of guy friends who purposely treat women poorly; why does this behavior work?
Sometimes you have to be in a good situation to actually see how bad it was before. Such is the case with me. But, come on, nice guys are everywhere, and they've got a lot more to offer than free Red Bull and vodka.