Is it the nice guy that wins the race?

I thought of another him tonight. Another time when i thought i was in love with a boy who never quite treated me right. He had just the right amount of bad boy in him and candy dangling in front of my eyes to keep me on my toes and let the butterflies in my stomach rule my heart.

Oh how i cried for him and missed him and loved the way he dribbled sweet words and held me in his arms for moments in time. Often the smooth ones are the most dangerous, ridiculously passing as the "nice guys" when in fact they are the worst of them all.

So is there a time in every womens life, where she gets sick of all these jerks and decides that maybe, maybe after all,  a lifetime together is to be shared with the nice guy. Its that realisation that excitement and butterflies are fleeting, that memories won' hold you together forever, that in the end respect, trust, faithfullness and friendship are ultimate. That the man who wants to here you speak and see whats really inside of you before he hops between the sheets is really the one that you should be with.

Is this what growing up is ultimately about?