Mr. Nice Guy is not a myth. There is a handsome, tall, nice, polite & romantic guy on earth for you. And no, he's not married. He's not gay. He's not jobless. And he doesn't have a small, lazy dick plus STD. He's almost perfect.
This guy... He treated me like a princess. He looked me in the eyes and told me the sweetest things i've ever heard like, "you can go wherever you want, whenever you want and with whoever you want, but please just don't hurt my feelings, please respect me as your boyfriend" or "even if you lie to me, i will still believe whatever comes out of your mouth. Will always do" or funny-cute things like "yes, i really wanna touch you, but if you're not ready yet, i'll wait. Meanwhile, let's get out of this room and find a better place for me so i cannot think of it".
Yes, Mr. Nice Guy is not a myth. But 'me-bending-down-on-my-knees-for-a-man' is just a myth. I'm a coward. When things get serious, i run away. It's my default nature. And i'm not proud of it. In fact, i'm feeling sad at the moment.
PS: I dumped Mr. Nice Guy a month ago.