The nice guy doesn't always finish last

Here come the gentlemen

The University of York is not lacking in macho men. Notably the rugby boys and the rowing team have the guns and the attitude to challenge any Ryan, Jess and Sawyer. However, they don’t know how to play the ladies game. Unlike the drama stars, these boys take what they can get - which is, well, boring. I had imagined pulling out all the sexy shots in the book – trapping one in the smoking area, blowing smoke in his face, downing my drink in record speed, talking dirty. But no. All this is wasted on them. It’s spring term and I’m bored.

Time for a new type. 2009 is all about the nice guy. The one that never gets girls in clubs because he chooses to wait for the perfect girl. The one who, no matter how hard you throw yourself at them, doesn’t take advantage of the situation. His friends laud his kindness, and his capacity for goodness is never saturated. This guy is generous to the point of being used.

The gentleman poses a challenge because he cares not only about looks but about personality too. He’s looking for a nice girl, and he’s prepared to wait for one. Rashness and speed are not in his personality, so instead, a serious foundation of friendship needs to be built before anything more intimate can happen.

This story doesn’t start in the club. Like Seth in the OC or Dean from Gilmore Girls, the new target doesn’t go out three nights a week and he knows where the library is. Starting slowly, I entered his world via his friends, definitely the easiest way to appear genuinely nice, not predatorily horny. I arranged to meet him for coffee and tried my best to keep the conversation as far away from my late night antics as possible. He was generally sucked in, and although this was taking a lot longer than I had expected, my efforts were paying off.

When we finally hit the nightclub on the same night, I organised a social experiment to discover which type of guy was more rewarding. Seeing a hot, brooding rugby player, I put in a few minutes of heavy flirtatious insinuation to provoke a chick fight:I hoped to play them off against each other to make them compete for me.

The fight began well for rugby boy who didn’t feel threatened by the gentleman, until he realised I wasn’t interested in his recent performance on the field. One-zero to the gentleman! Then the gentleman strategically left to get me a drink, and rugby boy realised he was incapable of competing on such a refined level. As the gentleman scored another point, rugby boy vainly tried to pull me into the corner. Then, realising that getting a kiss from me would be harder than usual, he left me for an easier conquest.

The nice guy had not come last, and was rewarded with a kiss. My mission now accomplished, duty called and told me to end a good thing before it started. A relationship would seriously limit future topics for mojo articles. So, in the name of journalism, I sent the nice boy home and made a mental note to fall for a gentleman when my fresher enthusiasm dies down.

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