"...But he's a nice guy," she concluded after recounting a tale of male antics that were antithetical to her core worldview.
Her friends looked at each other, wondering how she could settle for that.
Yet they had just witnessed another one fall under the spell that ends all emotional rants with the logic of "but he's a nice guy," this magical phrase that seems to wipe his slate clean and make seemingly obvious red flags AOK after all.
It's a mature realization to know that at the core, many humans are indeed nice and well meaning creatures. But, that doesn't mean that a base level of saccharine niceness should be the return path of reasoning that keeps a relationship together. Why settle for bland flavor when there's succulent wild honey and persimmons to be had?
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