I dated a nice guy. Part of being "nice" was that he was afraid to express an opinion or tell me his feelings.

I don't much give a damn about how "nice" someone is. I care about how well they communicate, and I notice that it is usually brains that get my motor running.

And, fwiw, the guys that I am dating include one I unambiguously pursued and two that I think were fairly mutual. (but I don't think anyone ever thought I was the girly sort, and despite having a dance card that makes me feel like a HBB, I hardly think I'm what is conventionally thought of as a HBB).