There are all kinds of guys in the world and if you're lucky, you'll find a really great one! Welp, here are 15 girls who weren't so lucky and met the worst kind of "nice guys." Spoiler alert: they're not so nice.
“I get out of the pool and he pins me down to kiss me…”
“I once had a guy friend in junior high. We had several classes and sat next to each other. We were platonic, loyal friends for 2 years before he got weird. He was hilarious, we could talk about anything. His house had a pool, so during warm weather a bunch of us would swim at his house after school. One day he invites me over to swim after school, but when I get there, no one else is there, which was weird. He was splashing me, sort of aggressively flirting, dunking me, so I get out of the pool and he pins me down to kiss me. So I play it off as joking and leave. I give him the cold shoulder after that and he was pissed. Two weeks later and at a different friends’ house he and I are both there for a swim-birthday party and he and another guy give me a simultaneous front and back “seesaw” which is like a horrible double-wedgie in the pool. My swimsuit cut me so badly I bled. I hate you Pat.”
“My date put his arms around me and started barking like a dog…”
“I’ve had some bad experiences with ‘nice guys’ including two harassing me to the point I dropped out of schools for the semester, but the most recent one was so ridiculous that it’s almost funny. Almost. The very first date we went on was a double (don’t trust guys much anymore, sorry) with my obviously gay best friend who is SERIOUSLY like my twin brother. Naturally, when everyone was leaving I hugged him. My date put his arms around me and started barking like a dog. Like, straight up ‘ROWF ROWF ROWF RRRRRRR MINE!’ I sat there in shock for a few seconds trying to process what had just happened, but my best friend looked the guy dead in the eye and said ‘she is not a tree, you did not pee on her, never do that again.’ Bark Boy took offense to that. He still hates my best friend, but wasn’t dumb enough to mess with him, so that’s something. Instead, he complained loudly about the guy every time I saw him because I was stuck at the same small college as him for a year and he was determined not to give up after that. It’s a long, long story, but after almost two years of him ‘not giving up that easily!’ I finally had to threaten to tell his mom he was harassing me. I wish I was joking. It worked, though. He believed all governments were evil, Feminism was the work of the devil and unfair to men, gay men are handy eunuchs to protect his harem, and the world will end but he’ll survive with his friends and his katanas. He is afraid of no man or authority, but terrified of his mom.”
“Then, when I was sitting at my desk, he sat on the ground by my feet and…”
“Met a guy in high school who was really nice. We would talk and hang out at lunch. One day, he called my house at 2am repeatedly until I answered and told him it’s too late to talk. After about the 3rd time he called again and my sister (my guardian at the time) answered and told him to stop calling. He called her a bitch and he stopped calling. The next day at school I avoided him and he followed me around. I made sure to be around someone at all times and he would harass another guy and say, ‘why are you trying to steal my girl?’ Then, when I was sitting at my desk he sat on the ground by my feet and kept trying to slide his hands up under my clothes. After about a week of this he finally left me alone.”
“He asks if we could get some coffee and I tell him…”
“A random guy held my crutches for me as I walked down some stairs at university. 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.”
“He kept asking me to help him find a girlfriend because nice guys deserve girlfriends…”
“This guy harassed me for 6 months after we stopped talking, was verbally abusive and called me every gendered slur in the book and kept making new email accounts as I blocked them to inform me he was a nice guy and kept asking me to help him find a girlfriend because nice guys deserve girlfriends. The emails would generally go like this: paragraph about how I’m a whore, paragraph about how nice he is, paragraph about how lonely he is. SUCH A NICE GUY, RIGHT?”
“His mom had been praying for him to meet a wife at church…”
“Oh man. In the summer between my sophomore and junior year of college, I came home and volunteered to help my parent’s church out because they were down a singer. The guy playing drums that Sunday asked for my number. He was kinda cute and seemed shy so I said yes. So we go out for coffee, he invites me to his house, and it’s early so I go with. It’s really awkward, but I felt bad for the guy because he wasn’t unattractive so he obviously just had really bad social skills. At his house, he introduces me to his parents, who he lives with. He tells them ‘This is the one from church I told you about!’ Then after his parents go to bed, he tells me how his mom had been ‘praying for me to meet my wife at church,’ and then the next week he did! He then drove me back to my car (Nothing happened, of course. I felt too awkward to even sit on the same couch as him after he accidentally told me he was pretty sure I was the girl that his mom prayed for him to marry). I stopped talking to him after that, and he sent me some really sad messages about how we had such a good connection and yada yada yada. I started dating someone not long after that and he sent me a message about how upset he was, because I obviously wasn’t ‘ready for a relationship’ and how I had ‘lied to him,’ which I never did. He then proceeded to block me on Facebook and Instagram. From time to time he’ll message me, and I ignore him. He didn’t get very harassing but that’s what I think of when I hear ‘nice guy.’ Side note: I’m a Christian, and I’m all for praying with your spouse, but this is TOO FAR to go on a first date. So crazy.”
“A couple days after I got a new boyfriend, I update my relationship status on Facebook and my friend starts…”
“I was friends with this guy for a couple years, but was never interested in dating him. I was fairly certain he was aware of that, and 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. We were fairly close, and had a lot of mutual friends. I never thought anything else was going on. 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 ‘he’s such a nice guy and doesn’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_CK YOU! You’re just a cold b_tch! 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_tty.”
“Haven’t seen him since…”
“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: ‘Your boyfriend probably has a low sperm count due to his profession, and if you ever want a family, I’d always be willing to take you back.’ He said all this even though we’d never even been together. Yeah, haven’t seen him since.”
“If he weren’t so proud of how I looked, he wouldn’t have posted them…”
“A guy I dated for a year once posted my nudes on 4chan and insisted he was doing me a favor. If he weren’t so proud of how I looked, he wouldn’t have posted them. He was being a ‘good boyfriend.’ Why. Why why why.”
“I was 16 and quite lonely so I…”
“I was 16 and quite lonely so I posted something on tumblr so people would message me. I added a 26 year old guy from New York (I’m from Switzerland so time zones are different). In my mind it was clear and it seemed obvious that I didn’t want anything romantic as we had 10 years of difference and I TOLD him that I only wanted a friend. Well, after messaging for a while he told me he had to go to sleep and made me promise to continue to talk to him once he woke up. Weird but whatever I thought. Few hours later he messaged me and talked about how he wanted me to be his girlfriend and so on. I told him again that I was only looking for a friend. He lost it. He began insulting me, telling me I lead him on (even though I told him I was only looking for a friend when we first talked). I ended up having to block him because I couldn’t get him to calm down or to understand that I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I never made another post to meet new people online after that.”
“He pretty much ended up calling me a…”
“I’ve had a bunch of ‘nice guy’ friends who stopped talking to me after I made it clear I wasn’t interested in dating them, but the worst was one guy who was legitimately my friend for a 2 years and seemed to not mind the fact that I wasn’t attracted to him and claimed he wasn’t attracted to me either. He pretty much ended up calling me a whore, and told all our mutual friends I had played him, and then he shut me out.”
“Then the old guy passed me a note and told me to read it when I got home…”
“There was this guy last year that got on the westbound bus a little after I did, and then we got off at the same stop and waited together for the northbound bus.He was nice. He was friendly. He took an interest in the classes I was taking. I kinda viewed him as this kind of grandfatherly type of man, since he was in his 60s or 70s. I’m in my late twenties, for reference. One night, I had to go to the store that’s right by that bus stop we waited together at. I got stuck behind someone who took a while in line, so I was rushing to make the bus (because even though it’s a ‘Time Point,’ where they’re supposed to stop and wait if they’re ahead of schedule, some of the drivers don’t). I’m running up, and the driver did actually wait like he was supposed to. He was taking a smoke break out by the stop, and said, ‘Don’t worry, the old guy let me know you were coming.’ Awesome, super nice, right? I go in, old guy says pretty much the same thing: he let the driver know I’d be out shortly, and the driver decided to take a smoke break while they waited. Then the old guy passed me a note, told me to read it when I got home. It said, ‘Does that deserve a kiss someday?’ I know that’s not the worst thing in the world, but…I started taking a later bus. It meant I didn’t get home until about nine, but I didn’t have to deal with him anymore.”
I tried to fix things and make it work because I wanted my nice guy back, but he…”
“Pretty much as soon as we got married, he became physically abusive. He also got very controlling, didn’t want me talking to my other guy friends, didn’t want me going home too often because he didn’t like the way I acted around my family. He said I acted like I cared more about them than him. He locked me out of our apartment (put the chain on the door and refused to take it off) because I took too long walking a mile to the grocery store and back carrying bags of groceries. He looked up how far it was and how long it takes the average person to walk a mile and decided I was taking my sweet ass time with things. I held on for a while, tried to fix things and make it work because I wanted the nice guy back. I put in a lot of effort to fix our relationship, but it just wasn’t happening. In the end we got divorced and I had to get a restraining order against him. He couldn’t even do a divorce the nice way, I had to pay for a lawyer and sue him. He still gets sympathy by telling people this sob story about how I left him for ‘no reason’ and took everything he had. I kept and sold all the shit in the storage shed I was paying for (court ordered us to keep what was in our possession.) I had to sell it to pay for the divorce, he didn’t pay a dime for my lawyer or the court fees. It cost me a couple thousand to get rid of him, but he still plays it up like I’m the one who broke his heart and took all his money.”
“On the date he wouldn’t let it go that I wouldn’t let him pick me 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. I met a guy on a dating app. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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.’ 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_CKING FLOOD GATES OPENED. I’ll give you the highlights: he called me a piece of sh_t, a scammer, a b_tch. He told me I was leading men on, said that he was a good guy and that my dress was super short. He finished off by telling me that I had my guard up because of your ex, and demanded that I admit it. I’ve put a hold on dating for a while.”
“Nice guys do not wait for me int he damn stairwell…”
“The first few days of my freshman year in college, before classes even started, I was really excited to get to meet new people. And I met lots of people. One of those people was this guy who lived in the dorm building next to mine (they were actually connected on the main floor). He was a ‘nice guy.’ We talked about a bunch of stuff. He was a sophomore and gave me some tips on some professors, etc. He was telling me about some movie, I don’t even remember what it was now, but it sounded cool and I had never heard of it. We decided to go watch it in his dorm room. So we watch this movie (small dorm room, we sat on the bed because there’s nowhere else to sit). I go back to unpacking, talking to other people, and all sorts of other things to get ready for the start of school. Except he decided that not only was watching a movie on his laptop a date, it was me agreeing to a deep relationship with him. I find out he’s told people we are dating. I quickly try to straighten it out. I tell him it wasn’t a date, and I’ve just gotten to school and am not about to jump into a relationship anyway. He cries and tells a bunch of people that I’m cruel and a terrible human being and basically stomped on his heart because I’m just that evil. But then he apologizes, hopes we can just be friends. I can’t really avoid him so sure, we can be friends. Except then every time I’m in the same room as him he moves to stand next to me or sit next to me and scoots closer and closer. Then he starts ‘happening to be’ places I am. If those places were the library or quad, sure. But those places are the stairwell that goes from my dorm to the main floor and outside. Because lots of people like to hang out in stairwells, particularly ones that don’t go anywhere they need to be. Or outside of a class I have that he isn’t taking. I talk to him again. Very clear. Do not want relationship. Do not want friendship if he cannot handle that. Want to be left alone. Why don’t I like him he asks, he’s a ‘nice guy.’ Nice guys don’t make me have this discussion. Nice guys do not wait for me in the damn stairwell. We go through this cycle for the next year and a half. He leaves me alone for a little while, comes and apologizes for being inappropriate in the past, says he’s seeing a counselor, he didn’t get it before, he does now, he’s so sorry. Within a short period of time, like hours, he does something again, like walks over and tries to ‘casually’ put his arm around me. I stopped even saying ‘what the hell?’ when he did this, I just removed it and left. It got better the next year when our dorms were not close to each other but it didn’t completely stop. It ended pretty badly. He thought he was this misunderstood, nice guy. That I didn’t see who he was. I could see who he was. He was was an entitled, whiny, narcissistic stalker who made me have to constantly look over my shoulder.”