[One of the greatest aspects of college life is the morning-after recap with friends. You stumble out of bed, grab your liquid of choice, and gather around the living room to replay (and remind yourself of) the events of last night. You laugh, you cringe and you share the highest of highs...and the rock-bottom lowest of lows. We thought we'd bring the fun of the recap to CollegeCandy, so grab that coffee and take part in the deliciously awkward moments your CC friends have to share.]

I was out at a classy lounge the other night (I can legit say this now that I have entered legality), when a nice young gentleman started to make passes at me. Like any normal girl, I was wary of speaking to a stranger with a receding hairline but, thanks to a slightly humorous opener, I kept talking to him long enough to find out that he was an attorney. I practically humped his leg like an excited dog. And not because I’m a gold digger who thinks that an attorney can buy her lots of Gucci and Botox.

It’s because for the last three months I have been cooped up in my room under a hot desk lamp studying non-stop for the LSAT. And in my “drunken haze” (I had one beer, which got me tipsy…what? I’ve been studying!) it seemed that there was nothing more exciting than finding someone who had also studied for the LSAT.

Yup, that’s right – my life had been reduced to excitement over someone having filled out similar bubbles on a similar standardized test.

I gushed about how much I had been studying, and asked him for tips on logic games. I even whipped out my book (yes, I had it with me…) to open it up to a problem I had been having difficulty with. Maybe not so eager to play teacher (unless I was in a naughty schoolgirl uniform), Attorney Man stopped me mid sentence.

“Hey, you don’t socially interact much, do you?” Then he turned and walked away… without buying me that drink he had been so eager to get me before.

And there I was, standing alone at the bar. Just me and my LSAT text book.

I learned my lesson that night fo sho. Not to say that intelligence isn’t sexy, but I think we can all agree that as a rule of thumb that logic games are not a good way to mack on strangers. When it comes to flirting, the first step is to leave the books at home. Or at least tucked away in your trendy oversized hobo bag where no one can see.

Smiling, I ran my hand through his hair reassuringly and tried to figure out how I was going to tell him we were over.

I broke up with Chad* (name changed to protect his pride. And mine.) because he was a Republican who only listened to talk radio and read nothing but Forbes Magazine, not because he was a self-proclaimed “nice guy”. Contrary to popular opinion, I have nothing against “nice guys”. I have nothing against polite, chivalrous, thoughtful dudes.

But you know what I do have a problem with?

Socially awkward behavior.

More often than not, a guy who insists he gets no respect because he’s just “too nice” is totally discounting the fact that he is also weird.

You know the type. I know you do. The over-accommodating, hovering, way-too-eager to please, semi-spineless guys who crack lame jokes every 47 seconds? The problem with these dudes is not the fact that they’re nice— because most of them are—the problem is that they’re overwhelming.

Girls don’t always want a bad boy, but I think most of us require a guy who stands securely on his own feet and knows how to say no every once in a while. There’s a big, heavy difference between “nice” and “weak”.

I think what it comes down to (just like everything else in life) is confidence. To find a nice guy who’s confident in himself at the same time is hitting the jackpot. It’s three spades in a row. An all-you-can-eat shrimp dinner at Red Lobster.

Just kidding. I could never eat that much shrimp. Nor would I want to. Espescially at Red Lobster.

There’s nothing like the sweet smell of confidence combined with the rosy aroma of a dozen roses delivered to your house. It’s not an easy combination to find, but once you do, I advise you to hold onto that man as long as possible. Those troubled bad boys, and socially awkward give-you-everything guys have a very short shelf life.

Just like shrimp. At Red Lobster.

What would you rather have, girls? Confidence, or someone who gave you everything you wanted?