Rejection is hard but acting like these guys definitely makes you a
How…Charming
“A random guy held my crutches for me as I walked down some stairs at uni. He seemed nice and joked about how he once broke a foot, it’ll get better, etc etc. We get to the bottom and he asks if we could get some coffee. I thank him, but tell him I’m seeing someone so he just drops my crutches on the floor and walks away”
That’s Not Nice
“I had a random guy add me on Facebook. One mutual friend, but nothing else in common. No idea who he was, so, I ignored the request.
The next day I start getting messages: ‘I know someone as beautiful as you would never talk to me, but I have to try.’
‘Girls like you are the worst- I’m just being nice’
‘You could at least say hi, b—h, I’m the best you could get’
I blocked him and was thoroughly creeped out for awhile after that- Who does that?”
Ohhh Ben
“I was friends with Ben when I was 15 / 16, he was in school with the guys I was friendly with, we hung out in a group, he was a big Star Wars fan so we’d hang out and watch Star Wars or play with his lego Star Wars collection (the boys always made me be Princess Leia grrr!).
After months of us being friends and hanging out he sent me a text telling me that he had feelings for me. I told Ben I was sorry but I didn’t feel the same way
He stopped talking to me, I figured ‘Fine, give him time to move on and he’ll come around’
A week or two after all that I was in the local park with a friend of mine, we were just walking and chatting when I got a text from Ben:
Ben: Way to ignore me
Me: (after looking around) Sorry, I didn’t see you! Are you in the park? Let me know where you are and I’ll come say hi
Ben: I’m laying on a bench, you walked right past me, it’s one thing to hurt me like you did, but to pretend I don’t exist is just cold
Me: I’m sorry, I genuinely didn’t see you, if I did of course I would have talked to you
Ben: You know, just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you can treat people like s–t
I’m 29 now and my friends will still quote that line at me”
Bye Felicia
“I went to a club in New York and a guy at the bar wanted to buy me a drink. I politely declined; I knew it was a scam to get me to hang out with him. Before I could order my drink for myself he buys both of us a round, which was, you know, ‘the nice thing to do’. I got a weird vibe from him.
I made up an excuse to get away from him. I didn’t want to leave the club because I spent a hefty cover. This guy kept following me around the club calling me a b—-h for not being interested in his little game. I told the bouncers and they didn’t really care about the situation. I was so furious with this guy I stuck my finger down my throat and threw up all over him and said, ‘Here’s your drink back, now leave me the f–k alone'”
Why Won’t Girls Date Him?
“A friend of mine thought he was the ‘nice guy’. He was pretty smitten with a girl he’d met on the school bus. Over the course of the school year my friend:
Would lick his lips violently and bang on the table whenever he saw her from a distance
*Tell everyone around when she would wear yoga pants in the most obvious way possible (loudly saying ‘look at her a–!’
*Routinely thrust his hips towards her whenever he stood behind her
*Get visibly aroused when she sat next to him on the bus
*Constantly go into her class for our photo class and take pictures of her cleavage/ass on the teachers camera and not even bother to wipe the sd card. Tried to get upskirt creep shots and got caught by the teacher
*Constantly tell us how he would masturbate thinking about her
*He stole someone else’s photo of her, made several copies of it in the dark room, and showed people one of the pictures encrusted in his sperm, including a friend of the girl
*Called her a b—h behind her back when she wore jeans because ‘he couldn’t get a good look at her assets’
*Asked her to prom, and when she obviously said no, proceeded to act like a victim of ‘the friendzone’ and complain that she didn’t like ‘nice guys’
Class act that fellow is. Other sh–y things he does often:
*Makes fun of mentally challenged people
*Laughs at people in wheelchairs to their faces
*Calls babies in the womb ‘parasites that should be exterminated’
*Vapes”
Sarah McLaughlin Mixtape
“I was 17 and working at the front desk of a YMCA. A new guy was hired for the weight room. He would come up and chat with me in the early mornings when it was slow. His opening line the second day he met me: So you’re Christian? Well you know the version of the Bible you read? I have the right version. Wanna come to Bible study?’ And that’s how I learned he was Mormon. I don’t give a flip if someone is Mormon, Wiccan, atheist, or Jedi. Just don’t shove it down my throat (unless you’re Jedi. Then teach me the ways of the Force, please).
Fast forward a few more weeks and he asks where I live. I gave a vague answer. He wanted my address. I declined to give it and changed the subject.
Two days later, I come home from school and check the mail. He had left a flower pot with three fake flowers in my mailbox and put a rose and a Sarah McLaughlin mix tape in my car. That’s right. He broke into my car. I ALWAYS locked it. Always.
Next Saturday morning, he shuffles up to the desk, looking proud in the way only weirdos can when they don’t understand the depth of their creepiness. He was very surprised when I let him know I didn’t appreciate him going to my house and breaking into my car. He told me I just ‘didn’t understand’ how hard he was trying to show me what a good guy he was. He admitted he had used the work computers to look up my address. And then he told me he would be great for me. And he could save my damned soul if I would just totally surrender myself to him.
He went on long enough, I became very uncomfortable. 17 yo me was too meek to tell him to eff right off. Eventually he wandered off and left me alone. I came to find out later that he would complain about me to our coworkers; He would say I was shallow and unappreciative- A real charmer, that one”
He Was Worst Than The Guy With The Knife
” We meet on a dating site between relationships. He described himself as nice and respectful, ‘What a woman wants is important!’
We met at a seafood restaurant and he was really nice and respectful. He tried to pull my chair out but I’d done it myself. I jokingly offered to pull his chair out. We’d had a nice dinner, but didn’t really ‘click’. He seemed perfectly fine. After the scallops we talked about life goals and then wrapped the dinner up. He asked me when he could see me again and I said, ‘I had a great time BRIANBOT 2000, but I am not sure a second date will work out. Good luck dating!’ and put my half of the dinner tab down. He’s been honest and so had I that we’d had a couple of other people ‘on deck’ and were just testing the waters.
BRIANBOT2000 rebooted, NiceGuy.exe crashed. He flipped his chair over bolting up and started yelling about how I was a s–t and wasted his time and if I wasn’t going to put out then I could have at least paid for my meal (as my money and a tip were already on the table?)
I walked away and stopped doing dating sites; Another ‘nice guy’ held me hostage in my bathroom at knife point because I broke up with him, but BRIANBOT 2000 was by far the worst”
It’s Kind of The Point of the Job
“I worked as a stripper for a few years and would regularly have to deal with these ‘nice’ guys, but one stands out in my memory. Typical Saturday night guy comes in with a bunch of friends I strike up a conversation, first thing out of his mouth was ‘I never come to these places they are so degrading to women, I’m only here because my friends wanted to come’
I brush it off he then proceeds to tell me i’m way to beautiful for this job and a man like him would treat me like a princess.
I say, ‘Well ugly strippers wouldn’t really make much money now would they and that I have a partner who treats me fantastically.’ Well that put him in a rant, how could a man let me take my clothes off for money, I bet my partner is an a–hole, and I’m probably just a dumb b—h. Nice guys like him never get beautiful women because all the a–hole take them and make them work demeaning jobs.
He went on and on about how unfair the world was and I’m just a w–re. I let him rant and then cracked up laughing and saying yeah no wonder your single and sitting in a strip club you f–ken tosser”
…Yeah….
“I have a reproductive issue. It won’t kill me but for the most part, I can’t have kids. I had confided in a male friend of mine about some of the sadness I was having over it, coupled with a bad breakup I had just gone through, and he tried to cheer me up by saying, ‘But you’re perfect’.
I was confused so I asked him to elaborate.
‘You’re hot, You look like Black Widow, You’re funny, And you can’t ever get pregnant- What guy wouldn’t want you?’
When I told him that wasn’t a compliment, he told me that I’m too much of a Social Justice Warrior to see when a real gentleman pays me a compliment”
WTF
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“Sophomore year of high school, I took a pre-AP English class. I was friends with most of the class ; it was small and the majority of us were in band together. However, ‘Nice Guy’ ( Chad) made the class less enjoyable than it should have been.
I’m a quiet, bookish girl who somewhat resembles Sophie Turner, so I attract a lot of nerdy outcasts. Usually it’s just a little awkward, occasionally my admirer will even become a friend. This was not the case with Chad, a scrawny, greasy, self proclaimed niceguy-brony-geek person. Here’s the story :
Throughout the year, Chad made it very obvious to everyone that he was crushing on me. I’m not talking about general awkwardness. This kid complimented me every chance he got, and always went out of his way to be near me. One of his favorite things to do was to make some horrible remark about the human population and then say, ‘Not -her-, though’ and smile creepily at me. I barely spoke to Chad, but he loved referring to me as his ‘best friend’. I avoided and ignored him for the most part, but it being such a small and social class, it wasn’t always easy.
Up until February, Chad was just a little creepy. Nothing major. However, Valentine’s Day was turning point. A few days prior, Chad made a list of every girl in my English Class, and asked her, ‘May I give you a Valentine’s Day card?’. When he asked me, I said ‘Sure’, not wanting to be rude and be the only one to say no. I mean he’s asking everyone, and it’s just a generic hallmark card, right?
Nope.
On the Friday before Valentine’s Day, Chad delivered the cards. It looked like he had printed off the same card for all the girls ( something cutesy with a cat), with one exception. I got a handmade card. The front had my name written in huge block letters, and hundreds of adjectives describing me written within each letter. On the inside of the card, he had written ‘I want to get to know you better, but you seem to hate me.’ along with a reference to a book I like. I gave Chad a curt, ‘Thank you’ and went back to whatever assignment I was doing. He replied with, ‘Why don’t you like me? I haven’t given you any reason not to’. I mumbled, ‘I don’t hate you,’ and continued with my work.
Chad continued his usual creepy stuff for the rest of the year. However, he seemed to genuinely become nicer. I started to think maybe he really was a Nice Guy after all. That is, until the class watched a film.
We had finished reading a novel, and watched the movie. The first day of the movie, Chad got out of his seat, and pulled a chair over to my desk. He was way too close. Slightly behind me, almost touching my back. I had to lean over onto the actual desk just to keep Chad from ‘accidentally’ brushing up against me. For a full hour, I had to endure Chad breathing down my desk. It was awful. After class, he passed me in the hallway and gave me a smirk.
About a week before school ended, Chad must have decided he was going out with a bang. There was a running joke in the class that Chad and a girl, Courtney, were ‘married’. With the school year ending, Courtney thought it would be fun to write up fake divorce papers and sign them in front of the class ( we were a very theatrical group ). Chad seemed to find it funny at first, but at some point there was a change. He went from creepy to almost malicious.
‘Well, Courtney. I’m glad you divorced me. You were my second choice, after all.’ His voice had a cruel edge. It was more than a joke to him.
Courtney smiled in a puzzled way, and threw confused glances around the room. Everyone recognized the change in Chad’s tone.
Chad actually got out of his seat and walked to the front of the room. I’ll mention that the teacher was in the hall, giving kids their test scores.
‘Yeah, there was a girl I liked waaay more than you. Actually, I still like her. But she rejected me over and over.’
Someone asked, ‘Who is she?’
I pretended to read my book, as I knew what was coming.
‘Oh I can’t say’, said Chad, ‘not in front of everyone’. But he whispered in the question-asker’s ear. Chad then began walking around the room and whispered in every male students ear, excepting the guy friend from earlier, who happened to be out that day.
Chad was done with his speech, ‘I even slaved over a card for her. But she still rejects me. She’s still my favorite lady though.’
I was so angry. I was made out to be some unappreciative, uppity b—h while I silently pretended not to hear it.
On the last day of school, I sat in the cafeteria waiting for the bus to arrive. I was reading, when suddenly and hand slammed down on the table. I glanced up to see Chad grinning down at me. Done with his s–t, I sighed and went back to my book.
He got down to eye level, said ‘You are my favorite lady’, and walked away.
This September, I’ll be entering my Junior year and I pray I don’t have to suffer through another class with Mr. Nice Guy- I cannot do it again”
From Auckland to Stalkland
“I went on a date with a guy who did actually seem quite nice. Almost… too nice. Such as over the top compliments every few minutes, outright refusing to let me pay (I gave in because I didn’t want to argue in front of people) and agreeing with my opinion on absolutely everything.
At the end of the date I tell him that I’m sorry but I don’t want a second date, although I do agree to be friends when he asks if that’s ok. Friends actually goes well, we hang out a couple more times and he’s way less over the top.
Two weeks later I go away for a week to Auckland, and shag a guy I met online while up there. Come back, and a couple of days pass then I hang out with the first guy again. He asks how the trip went, I tell him what I got up to, and then… it gets creepy.
He tells me he can forgive me for cheating on him, because he knows I’m the one, and that we’re going to get married one day. As I’m sitting there with a look of WTF on my face, he continues that he understands that I only slept with someone because I needed a release since we hadn’t ‘consummated our future’ yet, but perhaps it was time because he didn’t want us to get too old to be good parents (I was 20!)
I noped right the f–k out of there, and for the next month or so I swear I caught glimpses of him hanging round my work and home”
Her Best Friend is an Idiot
“Senior year of high school, I dated a guy who was awesome on paper and all that, but we seemed to not really click. Like, I got the sense he actually liked me but wasn’t particularly attracted to me (He never wanted to do more than kiss a little and never once told me I was pretty–not even when we went to prom)..
Anyway, senior year is ending and I decide to break up with him. I tried to be as kind as possible, explained all the reasons he was great, detailed my reasons for ending it, and that I sincerely hoped we’d be friends. He proceeded to:
Show up at places he never went to, just because I’d be there.
Leave little notes, drawings, flowers he picked, etc. on my car (things he never did when we were actually dating, BTW).
If I didn’t immediately greet him when he arrived somewhere I was, he’d come over and interrupt any conversation I was having, just repeating, ‘Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello’ until he was acknowledged. He would also wander off, then return to do it again at least a few more times if I stayed there.
We never talked about birthdays while we were dating, but apparently, I missed his. I know this because I came out to find a 12-page letter pinned under my windshield wiper, detailing all of the ways I failed as a friend (item number 3 was ‘friends give birthday cards’).
He petitioned my friends to tell me how sad he was and how I had broken his heart. Sometimes I’d meet a friend of a friend, who would suddenly get this horrified look on their face and say, ‘Oh, you’re HER? {ExBF} has told me a lot about you.’
When I finally confronted him and said, ‘You know, we could have been at least friendly acquaintances, but the notes and you talking to my friends, and that ‘hello, hello’ stuff just killed it for me. So leave me alone.’ His response was, ‘I should have known. Nobody will ever love me. You just showed me I’m unlovable.;
Between summer and the start of college, he did leave me alone. Five months post-breakup, Thanksgiving weekend, I had university friends over at my family’s house. At midnight, Thanksgiving night, my ex walks in the front door without even knocking–which he’d never once done while we were dating. He’d had a huge fight with his family, and for whatever reason, decided to come to MY house. I didn’t want to freak out my friends OR wake up my parents, so I made him a turkey sandwich, put it in a paper bag, and told him to get in my car. I drove him to another friend’s house and said, ‘I’m trying to be kind because you’ve obviously had a bad night, but if I ever see you again, I’m going to call the police. Do not come back. Do not contact me again. Do not go to my parents’ house again.’
Even worse? The next summer, my high school best friend informed me that they were ‘in love’ and moving in together. I had told her everything that happened between us, but she just knew she understood him better and could give him the love he needed. Her happily ever after included:
Excessive crying jags and raging tantrums (all his)
Having to pay his bills so he could afford prescribed lithium pills
Coming home to their apartment to find he’d not only destroyed all of their furniture but also done structural damage to the building
Having him disappear without a word for weeks at a time
Having him take all of her money and only months later find out he’d reconnected with some ex-girlfriend who was in Germany–manufacturing LSD and planning great mountain biking trips”
Four Hours
“I had a class once with him when I was a freshman and we maybe talked three times. 2 years later, he messages me on fb out of the blue asking if I remember him. I message him back with basic small talk. This guy then shows up at my house uninvited, sits on my porch for 4 hours waiting for me to come home, calls me a b—h for leading him on. I apologize for the confusion.
The past 3 years he has been messaging me from different Facebook accounts asking for dates and when I respond no calls me a user, bad person, etc”
2 Years of Friendship
“I was friends with this guy for a couple years, but was never interested in dating him. Since he never said or did anything that seemed to me like he was interested in me either, I assumed we were legitimately friends. He never asked me out, he never made any comment even suggesting he wanted anything more.
Apparently, this was not the case. A couple days after I got a new boyfriend, I update my relationship status on Facebook. My ‘friend’ calls me within like…2 minutes of this update, and immediately starts shouting at me, demanding to know why he ‘wasn’t good enough for me’ and why my boyfriend ‘was so much better than him.’ I tired to get him to calm down, but he just kept yelling about how he was a ‘nice guy’ and how he had ‘Always been so nice to me, why didn’t I ever give him a chance?’ I calmly tried to explain to him that I never got any signals from him, and I didn’t think I ever did anything to lead him on or anything, and he shouted that, ‘I’m such a nice guy and don’t deserve to be friend-zoned like this.’
I made one final attempt to salvage the conversation, and tried to explain that I was sorry if he felt deceived, but it also really hurt my feelings that I thought he legitimately valued me as a person and wanted to be my friend, but now he’s just mad I won’t sleep with him. He flat-out screamed at me ‘F–K YOU! You’re just a cold b—h! I bet your boyfriend’s an a–hole anyway!!!’
I hung up on him and he never spoke to me again, two years of relatively close friendship down the drain in one phone call- It felt pretty sh–ty”
Why’d They Break Up??
“My ex boyfriend stalked me for months after we broke up, showing up at my work, my home, and calling/texting/emailing non stop. But interestingly enough, this story isn’t about him. It’s about when I finally started dating again.
Guy I met on bumble.
(1) He insisted on picking me up, but I politely declined (I was worried about my ex seeing a guy picking me up). On the date he wouldn’t let it go that I wouldn’t let him pick me up, saying he offered to be nice but some girls just don’t appreciate that. Then things got weird.
(2) He asked what part of the city I lived in, which is a standard question… but then started asking specifics: How many people I live with, what their names are, type of house, where my room is located. HUGE RED FLAGS. I politely changed the subject.
(3) We were talking about music and he mentioned his favorite local band. I mentioned in passing that I briefly dated the frontman 2 years ago. A little after that he went to the bathroom and I was texting my friend about how the date was going. He got back to the table and accused me of texting the frontman. He then went on a ‘lighthearted’ rant about how girls can’t appreciate what’s good in front of them.
(4) I got up to use the bathroom JUST as the waitress was coming with the check (I didn’t see that). When I got back he accused me of ‘pulling a move to avoid the check.’ I offered to pay but he said he already did and was just poking fun.
(5) At the end of the date he again insisted on taking me home. I declined politely and he said, ‘Look, if you don’t want to see me again that’s all you have to say. I don’t know why girls can’t just be upfront.’
(6) I got home and checked all the damn locks because I was now scared of two men. He texted to ask me out again and when I said I didn’t feel any chemistry THE F–KING FLOOD GATES OPENED. I’ll give you the highlights ‘piece of s–t’ ‘scammer’ ‘b—h’ ‘leading men on’ ‘I’m a good guy’ ‘your dress was super short’ ‘you had your guard up because of your ex, admit it’
I’ve put a hold on dating for a while”
Salty Nice Guy
“I had been friends with him for more than a decade when I started dating a mutual friend and suddenly I was a wanton wh–e who destroyed men. He spent six months actively trying to get my boyfriend to break up with me. He told my boyfriend that, ‘Women can hurt you’ (no s–t…) and tried to set my boyfriend up with a friend of his who would be just ‘perfect’ for him
He got mad at my boyfriend for not going out to strip clubs and living the bachelor life with him every weekend. He told my boyfriend that I had a ‘secret’ that would completely change his mind about me and reveal my true self. Turns out the ‘secret’ is something I’d mentioned to my boyfriend off hand before we’d even started dating.
It was not clear to either of us whether the Nice Guy wanted to date me or my boyfriend- Either way, he was salty as hell about our relationship”
She OWED Him…Not
“One time a guy from my sister’s school bought her a red rose. Once she took it he said, ‘Now you HAVE to have sex with me.’ He genuinely thought it was a rule she had to follow and that she owed him sex. He got really aggressive when she said no and he snatched the rose back so she legged it out of there before it got worse”
Yup
“I had two obvious ones from okcupid when I was still dating. Most guys I went out with were self hating and self absorbed, but primarily socially adjusted hipsters, but these guys jog my memory as the proverbial ‘nice guys’
The first was a guy I had great conversations with online, stayed up until 3am talking, couldn’t wait to meet him. We meet up in person and I immediately got a different vibe and wasn’t remotely attracted to him. We got on a bus together and he started loudly talking about his bdsm experience; I tried to steer the conversation towards something else but he kept going on about how I would benefit from being with a good dom and stuff and it was pretty uncomfortable. Our date was walking through the city and he mostly talked about his fanfiction ideas in a rambling way, putting no effort into getting to know me (which at this point was fine because I didn’t really want to talk much). In the end, I told him upfront I wasn’t really feeling it and I was sorry it didn’t match up to our online interactions, he guilted me into giving him a hug, and then made some comment about me missing out on his trust fund.
The other guy, I’m not sure why I even agreed on the date, but it was early in my online dating adventure and I guess I was guilted into it a little. I sat at a Mexican restaurant listening to this guy talk about how super obsessed he is with Rocky Horror in great detail, and at the end of dinner he said he loved how much we had in common. I think he had never met an attentive listener in his life, and I felt kinda sad about it until after gently putting him down he sent a HUUUUGE rant about how I was too afraid to date someone who might be worth it in the long run and that one day I would wake up and realize what i’d missed. I remember very little of it except the strange mixture of dread and pity I felt”
Nice Guy Sperm Donor
“I became friends with this guy in college. After graduation he got a job and moved in with his girlfriend about an hour’s drive from where I was in grad school. I drove out one Saturday to see him, did some cool things, grabbed some food. He waited until his girlfriend was in the bathroom before he told me the following: my boyfriend probably had a low sperm count due to his profession, and if I ever wanted a family, he’d always be willing to ‘take me back’ even though we’d never been together”
After the Funeral…
“When I was 17, one of my most favourite people in the world passed away very unexpectedly. After the funeral we had a wake at the pub, then family came back to our house to kick on. My cousin brought his girlfriend – who we knew and liked – and another friend who we’d never met before.
I’d spent the day crying constantly (and I’m not a pretty crier) and at some point cousin’s girlfriend came up to me, giggling, and said, ‘Our friend really likes you’. I said I wasn’t interested and after the usual comments, ‘Oh but he’s so lovely! But he REALLY likes you!, she went away. After a half hour she came back and said ‘He’s outside crying because you rejected him. He really wants you to go out there and cheer him up’. I got my uncle to go out there and tell him to leave”
But He Was Such a Nice Guy!
“I met a guy who was seemingly really kind, understanding, etc. We were friends for months and decided to take it further. Within the span of one week the Nice Guy facade crumbled due to:
Him trying to convince me to have unprotected sex. I told him he should get tested, boom, he has chlamydia. People f–k up, I’m somewhat forgiving despite the irresponsibility being gross and something that really bothers me–I believe strongly that people should get tested with each partner so STI’s don’t needlessly spread. I don’t catch it but have to spend a lot of money on multiple tests and I got treated anyway to be safe.
He ‘jokingly’ tries to talk me into leaving my career to be a housewife and mother one day after becoming ‘a thing.’ He knows I never ever ever want kids. He knows my job is the most important thing in my life. Makes up fantasy world where we live on a farm and I’m essentially barefoot and pregnant. Claims he thinks ‘God wants him to have a kid cause he got the last several girls he slept with pregnant.’ This doesn’t sit well as he seems so opposed to using condoms.
I find out, totally by accident (two friends talking in front of me), that he got a friend of mine pregnant, kept sleeping with her while rubbing in her face that he didn’t want a relationship, and ditched her to get an abortion alone. Probably also gave her chlamydia. He told me they hooked up a few times and it didn’t work out.
He’s generally pushy and awful in every way from food decisions to forcing kisses to telling everybody we are dating before it’s actually ‘official.’ I’ve had it after about a week and kindly say that after the STI thing (this actually came last chronologically l) I have a hard time seeing him romantically but let’s be friends etc.
He mopes, tells everyone we know I maliciously broke his heart, but still tries to hang out with me. At first I do attempt to be friends but the repeated guilt trips prove to be too f–king annoying. He also apparently is seeing some poor girl who ‘hates me’ because he CONSTANTLY TELLS HER HE’S NOT OVER ME. He seems to get satisfaction out of telling me this. Last time I saw him, after telling him I couldn’t talk to him anymore, he acted like I was being a stereotypical ‘crazy b—h’ sorta person for cold-shouldering him
And that, my friends, is the most garbagey NiceGuy I have ever encountered”
Parkour Nice Guy
“I was a freshman in my second semester. he was a graduating senior. took me on a date, I was not interested in moving forward and told him no to another date when he asked at the end of our date. a day passes and I’m sitting in my room editing photos (freelance job in college) and I get 5 missed calls and a barrage of texts asking to see me/take me out to dinner.
I hear the doorbell ring and I am so creeped out and don’t answer. He then throws pebbles or something at my bedroom window (which had the curtains drawn) and I yelp because I’m surprised.
Doorbell rings again and I ask how he got into my gated apartment complex and he said he PARKOUR’d over…. I then have to re-explain what it means when I say, ‘I am not really interested in seeing you again’. He then gets pouty and says he brought me ice cream and cookies and roses and how disappointed he was because he was already planning how to make our relationship work for the following year when he moved down two hours south to San Diego.
I then told him (nicely), sorry, it wouldn’t work out (again). he tries to kiss me on cheek. I dodge. He forces cookies and ice cream in my hand and tells me to take them because it would mean a lot to him. I say nothing but bye because I’m so irritated at this point and close the door”
He Would Have Loved Her Forever
“I met a guy at work briefly, later see that he friended me on Facebook and asks me out. I said I wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially with all my work troubles. He says he’s fine with friendship, and says he understands me so much.
Over the next few weeks he sends me messages about cats or the weather, stuff like that. Usually about four in a row, all about an hour apart.
Then the other day I wake up to a text that says, ‘Hey’ so I write ‘Hey, what’s up.’ I didn’t see that the first text was from the previous night. He next text I get back says something like, ‘Well I WAS going to invite you to a party last night but I see you were hanging out with other people. It’s too bad, I guess I’ll just delete your number. I could have loved you forever.’
I thought the messages were mean because I met him once, never hung out with him, had good reasons for not starting anything, and yet he tries to make me feel bad”
He Can Fix That
“I was at a club dancing with my girlfriend and start chatting with this guy who was dancing near us/ He hangs around and offers to buy me a drink; I politely decline. He asks why, to which I (clearly uncomfortably) say that I’m gay. Dude goes– I’m not kidding– ‘I can fix that’
He was completely polite and happy to be around me until he found out I wasn’t going to sleep with him”
An Honorable Woman
“I was friends with a guy for a while. I was in a relationship already and he started out totally respectful of that. The relationship ended and my ‘friend’ jumped into asking me out not even two days later. I declined him nicely. I said I needed time to figure stuff out. Once again totally respected it. We remained friends but any time a guy talked to me he reminded me, ‘We had a deal. You pick me next.’ We stopped talking for months due to each of us being busy.
I ended up in a new relationship. A week into my new relationship, I get a threatening message from my ‘friend’. He said, ‘You needed time. Fine I am a nice guy, I gave it. You wanted to talk to other guys, be a wh–e, fine. I forgave you for it. I’m just that nice of a guy you know. Now YOU are with someone else?! If I see you again, I will stop being the nice guy.’
I didn’t think much of it. Figured I hurt him so it was only right he was mad about it. Ran into him with my new boyfriend and he dropped every secret about my last relationship. Told my new boyfriend how long he was waiting in line for me and got me stollen away by some ‘puny s–t punk’. Then told my boyfriend he would never live up to be half the man my ‘friend’ was for me.
I ended up not talking to him for two years. Get into a new relationship. Forgot about nice guy friend. Random message of hate appears out of the blue. He ranted about how he was done with me and my wh–e ways. That he was going to make me an honorable woman but clearly id rather be a common skank. When I got married 5 years later, pretty much the same message”
Lucky Timing
“I was flirting with a guy I met online, he wanted me to go out with him that night but I had just had knee surgery a couple days before. He then asked if he could come to my house and keep my company, I said no because I lived with my mom and little sisters and didn’t feel comfortable having a stranger in the house. He freaked the f–k out at that point.
He called me a wh–e and a s–t and every other name in the book. I was like, ‘Dude I was gonna say lets go out in a week when I can actually walk but not anymore you d–khead'”
WW II Era Nice Guy
“It happened to my grandmother. She lived in the country (farms, cow milking, etc) when she was a teenage. This is in Poland in the 1940s by the way, right after the war. She lived in the country her entire life, but she wasn’t meant for the country. Couldn’t milk a cow to save her life, she once told me.
Now, every day when she walks home she sees this guy sitting on the fence waiting for her. He was sweet on her, but never came forward, just sort of waited for her to realize he loved her. She didn’t like him much, and her father had advised against it because, as before, she was meant to move out to the city.
My grandma, at this time, is 16 and she meets my grandfather. He’s a bit older than her, by 9 years I think, and actually survived the concentration camps after being a bada– with the Polish Resistance Movement. He doesn’t have much of an education or a job, being a war prisoner put a bit of a damper on that, but he loved my grandma. She told me once that her father had asked how they were going to live and he replied, ‘Well, she’s alive and I’m alive, so we’ll just live together’
I think they got married three weeks after they met.
Now here’s where the nice-guy part comes in. At their wedding, I believe it was right at the start of the reception, Mr Fence-sitter shows up. He shouts that he loooves my grandma and can’t let her get married to this other guy (bit late) and he pulls out a grenade.
I’m fuzzy on the details, but from what I gather he kept talked and forgot to throw it… and it explodes. He dies.
I don’t believe anyone else was hurt. The reception is cut short and well, that was that. It’s now a story we tell in the family, ‘Oh, remember when a guy showed up with a grenade at babcia’s wedding?'”