Thanks for that! I’ll let you know what happens! 
Yeah, make your move. Even if he’s not interested, I can’t imagine you’d offend him.
Hey hi Johnny!
A while before I see him next - but you know what? Im gonna do just that! (Brave or what?!?)
There is no definition of a “nice girl”, and there never will be. Everyone knows what a nice guy is because they are actually out there. What a lot of you are describing is a doormat, slampig, weak woman, etc; a woman who has never realized the power she holds over men. Lets face it, women do have the power as clearly illustrated by the “big boobs and beer” argument. Men live for sex and women who provide it with control can “get” any man she wants (within her “scale” of course). That doesn’t mean its right, but it is true.
So if I was to define what this non-existent, nice girl is, I would have to say she would be a little less bitchy than the rest of us.
As a professional amateur psychologist, I think there are only two ways in which true understanding of the Nice Guy/Girl phenoma can be reached - through the art of Mime and through the study of the coming Apocalypse. As mime is notoriously difficult to do effectively on messageboards, i’ll stick to the second option here.
Sure, when the Apocalypse comes there will be heroes and villians, but most of us will still fall into the generic ‘meh’ behavioural category. At the first sign of trouble we’ll go down and raid the local shop for supplies, then hole up with some mates somewhere secure until it all blows over. Occasionally, the need for more beer and a working internet connection will force us to embark on a desperate quest to find a six-pack of Kronenbourg and some way of checking our emails, but not too often. On the way we might stop and save some kids or something, but only if it doesn’t involve going too far out of our way, if someone we know is watching or if we can’t fool ourselves into finding an excuse for not intervening:
“Dude, maybe we should save those kids from that pack of Zombies.”
“Nah mate, see you’re out of touch. Zombies are ‘in’ aren’t they? Kids these days want to be Zombies. Zombies are cool.”
“You sure? I mean, they definitely look like they’re being chased. Plus that kid who’s had his arm bitten off doesn’t look to happy.”
“Yeah, well… look at them. They’re teenagers. If there’s trouble they probably started it anyway, you know what kids these days are like. We don’t want to get involved mate.”
“True. Bloody teenagers…”
Non-capitalised nice guys and nice girls fall into this ‘meh’ category behaviourally because, lets face it, thats what most of us are. Nice Guys and Nice Girls (capitalised) generally come in two varieties though, the accidental and the compulsive, both of which can be understood far better when we look at their behaviour in the Post-Apocalyptic environment.
This is because Apocalypses tend to bring out the extremism in some people, who, because of their nature either tend to clump into extreme groups or behave in extreme contrast to others.
Accidental Nice Guys and Nice Girls (capitalisted) only just fall into this “Extreme” category. They are generally nice guys and girls (lowercase) who have merely become really dissolutioned with the whole dating and love thing - often for good reason. They’ve started to suffer from really bad self confidence. This becomes even more obvious when they’re out on the town in the post-Apocalyptic world:
In a bar somewhere in the remains of New York…
“Dude, just go over there!”
“Gah i don’t know, i just think that she’s probably out of my league. I don’t want to bother her.”
“Mate, she’s a fucking zombie. She’ll go for anything that has a pulse. Literally!”
Generally i think that accidental Nice Guys and Girls just started to hit the point where they are losing the final battle with their own self-esteem. Once that’s lost they become seriously vulnerable to stronger personality types. Accidental Nice Girls become doormats for every Mini-Warlord, Mutant and Giant Ape looking for someone to emotionally leech off of. Accidental Nice Guys fair slightly better, but not by much. They become the dominated henchmen of leather-clad female villians - the fact that they get treated like filth is only slightly mitigated by the fact that they get the occasional glimpse of thigh every now and again.
Its your compulsive Nice Girls and Guys, however, that really show their motivations in this brave new world.
The compulsive Nice Guys are the ones who may well have started out as genuine accidental nice guys with low self esteem, but over the years have - as amarinth suggested - come to blame their failure with women not on bad luck, bad circumstances or their own mistakes but on womenkind itself and on those men who do seem to occasionally do alright with women and must therefore (by definition) be arseholes.
This becomes clearly apparent in the Post-Apocalyptic world, where being a “Nice Guy” almost becomes a religious thing to them, an article of faith the destruction of which would invalidate their entire existence. In that desolate environment, men of the so-called Nice Guy variety tend to find themselves clumping together to form small, well armed, all-male communities. In this way they are secure from all who would attack them - be it Zombies, Giant Radioactive Dinosaurs or that girl from accounts that they kind of fancy but always seems to hook up with Steve from Marketing whenever there’s a work function. Bitch.
Occasionally a lone female traveller will, through unforseen danger, find herself forced to seek sanctuary within one of these communities. Initially she will be welcomed with open arms, but gradually she’ll become wierded out by the condescending attitude and almost cargo-cult like obsession that starts to develop around her until, to her great relief, she is finally rescued by one of the big strapping heroic types that we mentioned earlier. In an sad twist, this only ever serves to reinforce the beliefs of the Nice Guys and their tragic, endless cycle of hatred, sadness and Soft-Rock angst is renewed.
Compulsive Nice Girls are similar to compulsive Nice Guys. They may feel awkward in love and often have genuinely experienced the arse end of male behaviour. Again, however, the knowledge that many of their problems may be the result of bad luck, circumstance or just the normal problems that everyone else in the world experiences is superceded by some intense belief that all men are utter bastards, and women who date men have “surrendered” themselves in some way.
After the Apocalypse they too form communities which highlight these traits and generally shun all contact with the outside world. Occasionally the odd male will stumble into the safety of their all-female compound and mistake it for some kind of Amazonian wet-dream come true. After a couple of days of being told that his entire sex is mentally deficient, however, he’ll become pissed off and decide that he prefers to take his chances with the Zombies rather than the Women. They’ll both bite his head off the first time he makes a mistake, but at least the Zombies won’t constantly make you feel bad about it afterwards.