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It'due south a safe bet that every adult female has encountered "Mr. Nice Guy." He'south a guy whobelieves he'due south prissy. In fact, heinsists on it. He may fifty-fifty act nice, but information technology's never more than an act, and the fake niceness goes away as soon as a adult female tells him she's non interested.

Guys similar this seem to think that women are vending machines. If they spend enough kindness coins, then they deserve a date, a relationship or intimacy in render. They tend to go a bit crazy when they find out they're not entitled to a woman's body and time just because they be.

If Overnice Guy buys a adult female a potable, she should go habitation with him, and a daughter who is polite is obviously interested. Nice Guys constantly complain almost getting friend-zoned — as though friendship is some kind of punishment. At best, these guys are annoyances. At worst, they're dangerous. Nice Girls be too, of course, so both women and men take had to suffer these fools.

Exercise any of the post-obit stories resonate with you? We certain hope not!

(No) Thank U, Side by side

My worst Nice Guy experience was probably the creepy mid-50s man who harassed me for months and finally fabricated his big move by telling me he liked my pheromones. Then he mansplained what pheromones are and got very angry when xix-twelvemonth-old me turned him downwards. He told me that what I needed was a good experience. Yeah, no thank you, you gross pervert.

As soon as I started dating my fiancé, a close guy friend/roommate turned out to be a very toxic Nice Guy. He had never indicated that he wanted to engagement me. And then 1 dark he freaked out on me because he was, "Merely ABOUT TO Inquire ME OUT!" And so he told me that my fiancé was going to dump me anyway, so I might equally well cutting my losses early and become out with him instead. So, instead, I cutting my losses with the Prissy Guy, moved in with my fiancé and have been blissfully happy ever since.

Paying the Troll Toll

I had recently moved back into my parents' house after a long, toxic relationship. I started dating again and met a guy on OkCupid. He was mostly a gentleman and polite, although he seemed a little lone because he was from out of state and hadn't made a lot of friends yet. We had been hanging out regularly for several weeks and hadn't really discussed where we were headed, what our expectations were, etc. I was still seeing other people and causeless nosotros were casual.

Apparently, he saw things a lot more seriously. I posted a photo of myself at a museum that was patently taken by someone else, and he contacted me as presently as he saw it to ask who I was with. When he found out information technology was a guy, he was very upset and literally started screaming at me. Apparently, he considered me his girlfriend.

He was livid, and information technology was scary. He said he wanted me to pay him back for the money he spent hanging out with me (getting food and driving me 30 minutes each mode to hang out at his house). He said he was coming to my house that night to collect it.

I agreed to leave $100 under the chump if he never talked to me or came to my house ever once again, and he agreed. He got off piece of work tardily at night, like around midnight, and when he collected his money he pounded on my door and screamed profanities at the tiptop of his lungs. Then, when I came to the door, I told him I would call the cops as he ran away screaming.

I'm pretty sure I got a prank phone call from his roommate a few days afterwards, so I blocked all possible forms of contact.

Sacre Bleu, a Squeamish Guy in Paris

I was in Paris for the weekend, and the friend I was meeting in the city wouldn't be in that location for a few hours, and so I just went to sit in front of the Eiffel Tower and sketch for a while. Soon after I sat down, a guy came and saturday down near me. I had headphones in and merely ignored him, merely he slowly scooted closer until he was a few anxiety from me.

He started talking to me, ignoring my headphones and my piece of work. He clearly wasn't going to give up. I eventually stopped blatantly ignoring him and took out my headphones, hoping for a few minutes of stilted and awkward conversation at most.

He would not leave me solitary. He talked about his graduate program, how he was looking for a woman, how smart he was, how he traveled and so much, and a load of other personal glorification of how great he was. I told him repeatedly that I was enjoying my alone time, that I had a boyfriend, that I'm not in the mood for chatting with anyone, etc. He brushed it off similar I hadn't said a affair.

And so, I went back to working, ignoring him equally he talked at me. I didn't know the city well, and I don't speak French, so I wasn't great on wandering around by myself. Maybe xv minutes afterwards, I couldn't take information technology anymore and got upwards to move, and he followed me across the park. I told him I wanted to be alone, which didn't help at all. When I got up to leave once again, he tried to rip my drawing out of my sketchbook because I had "drawn it for him."

Somehow, I managed to walk off quickly with my drawing and wandered around by myself until my friend arrived.

Lunch with a Side of Manipulation

When I was in high school, I had this best friend who had come to me and told me he liked me equally more than than a friend. I politely told him I didn't feel the same manner and would exist much more comfortable just remaining friends. He said he was okay with this, and things almost went back to normal, only he started being more withdrawn. And so 1 solar day at lunch he was sitting against a wall all alone pouting, and I came over to see if he was okay, and he told me that his low was so much worse lately, and he was merely feeling so suicidal and that "I wouldn't want to finish myself if a daughter would ever actually like me dorsum…" It took all of my self-control not to stop him myself.

NG Expects Praise for the Blank Minimum: Shocker

I went to a rave with a friend and his grouping of friends and had a great time (and I was really inebriated). The next day when my friend and I were talking about the rave and how messed up I was, he told me that I'm actually lucky that he and his friends were good guys and that zip happened to me. What?!

He Finishes Last 'Crusade He's Trash

I spent three-and-a-one-half years, the last of which we lived together, with a cocky-proclaimed Squeamish Guy. In those years, we had fights consisting of him calling me every name you can think of. I was accused of wanting to crook on him constantly. I was constantly told I was stupid. I was told that my family was trash, and there were a couple physical altercations as well.

Finally, after numerous attempts to fix the issues and existence given every excuse in the volume, I decided "running back to the trailer home" wasn't that bad of a deal. He goes off almost how he's given me so much and put up with so many things other guys wouldn't, including me having seizures in my sleep. He finishes it off with: "Just ya know, nice guys e'er finish last."

Fragile Egos at Play

In college, I worked at the campus bookstore, and a guy would come up through my line and make modest talk. He wasn't bad looking, just a little socially awkward. 1 day he asked me out while I was ringing him up. He looked so vulnerable standing in that location, and in that location were other people in line waiting with glee for me to shoot him down, so I agreed because I didn't want to embarrass him. And, hey, who knows?

And so, we went out on a date to see a Hitchcock flick at a campus auditorium. I accept no thought why, but he suddenly tried to bound over the row of seats and caught his foot and went down hard. His nose was gushing blood, and he could barely walk on his ankle. I was trying to assistance him, and he screamed, "Leave me alone!" I asked him if he was sure because I wanted to stay and help, merely he screamed abusive profanity at me until I left.

I never saw him at the bookstore once more. I still have no idea what his deal was.

Using Kindness as Control

My ex-swain would keep tallies on how many "nice things" he did for me, and he used information technology against me when I didn't run into his standards. He used it as a style to control, manipulate and guilt me. I told him he was too decision-making, and his response was "I've just never loved someone so much, and I just care about you a lot."

Yep, never again.

Nice Guy with a Twist

In high school, my best friend and I were friends with this Nice Guy. She worked with him, and nosotros were into some of the aforementioned geeky stuff, but nosotros didn't have much else in mutual. He asked my friend out, and she politely told him no, saying she'd rather just be friends. He seemed to accept information technology well, and nosotros all continued hanging out. Over the course of the next two years, he followed her effectually everywhere, managed to get to several schoolhouse dances with her (as "friends"), and asked her another handful of times. He always threw himself out there, always created embarrassing situations.

She constantly rejected him, but he kept at it. To spite her, he asked me out, expecting me to freak out on him so he could win her pity. Unfortunately for him, I said aye. Nosotros spent our "date" driving around looking for my friend. I pretended non to know where she was so he would back off. It ended pretty anticlimactically.

We were both bored, and so we kept hanging out away from my friend. It turned out, when he stopped stalking her, we noticed that we had a lot in mutual.

We're married now and accept three children.

Friends with Atmospheric condition

I've had a couple "dainty guys" that took FOREVER to just leave me lonely, but the worst out of all of them was my all-time friend of four years dropping me similar a hot potato because I wouldn't date him. It took most two-and-a-one-half years afterwards that to reconnect. At present he will answer when I call, but it won't ever be similar it was before.

He'll Be Correct Hither Waiting for Y'all

I was considering dating one of my friends in college, simply I was getting cold feet and 2d thoughts. So, I went to spend some time alone and figure things out. I procedure better that way — you know, the nerdy, introverted type.

The lack of an immediate answer made him decide to found himself outside my dorm room, and he didn't motility for what must have been viii or nine hours, waiting for me.

This Guy's No Guitar Hero

I met a guy at Guitar Center who was looking for stands of some sort. I foolishly and obliviously gave him my number so I could text him the accost of some other music store. Nosotros began talking about video games via text, and things were going pretty well until he asked me to be friends with benefits.

Keep in mind that he already had a girlfriend and had told me that. I repeatedly said no, and he kept saying things like, "I'll treat yous with respect," and "I'm non a jerk." Toward the cease of our texting conversation, he said that I was lucky that he was even bothering me with his request to be friends with benefits. I had to cake him so he would leave me alone.

What a sweetheart.

A Thin Line Between Honey and Obsession

The worst Overnice Guys are the ones who don't give up. It'southward one affair to turn someone downwards and take them back off, merely I've had some people who refuse to give up. I retrieve a lot of them assume they volition eventually win you over like some kind of rom-com, but it'southward usually just creepy.

A guy who lived in my dorm during freshman twelvemonth of college professed that he loved me one day, because it was killing him seeing me get close to another one of our friends. I let him downwards, but he continued to pursue me for the adjacent half dozen months. He wrote me poems, played me songs that reminded him of me, and told me I'chiliad beautiful and perfect in Italian (a linguistic communication nosotros share) when other people were nowadays.

He even told me that he didn't know if he could live without me and might be at run a risk of harming himself if we didn't date. Fifty-fifty when I started dating someone else, this behavior connected until he decided there was another daughter he was in dear with. It gets kind of scary when people confuse obsession for love.

The Nice Guy Blew Information technology

I once actually hit information technology off with this guy at a pub. He was attractive, an amazing kisser, made adept chat, etc. We exchanged numbers and planned to hang out that night, merely somehow our respective friend groups got separated, and information technology didn't happen. Oh, well, nosotros'll get together another time, I thought.

But then I wake upward to his text at iii a.thou.: "I should have gone to bed hours ago. YOU RUINED MY Nighttime!" (Because I didn't go home with him?) This was followed by WEEKS of him bravado upwardly my phone, asking me why I wasn't texting him back and why I lost interest. Hmm, I wonder why?

No, Pal, That Friendship Has Sailed

A "prissy guy" told me he would bash my head in with a brick and harm my entire family afterward he asked me out, and I turned him down. He texted me a month later to repent and ask if we could yet be friends.

A Pack of Nice Guys

I lived one building over from a guy friend in college, and so it was similar a two-minute walk to my apartment from his. There had been increased crime in the apartment complex, so when I was leaving a political party at his apartment, he offered to walk me home, simply in case, because it was ii a.m.

He went in for a kiss at my door, and I politely declined merely thanked him for walking me. He was really dainty about it, only when I saw all of his friends on campus the side by side 24-hour interval, they were yelling that I "owed information technology to him to at least brand out with him for being then nice to me."

Ah yes, very classy guys. That'due south probably why almost all of them were single.

An Element of Control

He was my ex. I stupidly agreed to go for a picnic with him a few weeks afterward we broke up. He admittedly insisted on being a gentleman, and by "beingness a admirer," I mean treating me like a kid by taking the canteen out of my mitt when I went to pour myself a potable then he could do it. Every time. It was the same when it came to making the sandwiches, he insisted and pushed me out of the manner, even though I wanted to make my own. He wouldn't let me.

Information technology infuriated me and reminded me why he wasn't good for me, and I never went out with him over again.

Grief Counseling Gone Horribly Wrong

The morning time that my best friend took his own life (I was 15, he was 17), a boy in his form came upwards to me in the cafeteria. He had previously been creepy with just about everyone I knew, merely information technology was a solemn 24-hour interval, so I figured even he would be normal. Nope.

He sat downwardly and proceeded to tell me that he'd seen my friend's body in the courtyard. If I wanted to make out to accept my heed off of this stuff, he'd be happy to help me out.

Shamed for Saying No

I was joking with a "dainty guy" friend about dating him and thought he was joking too. He kissed me, and I didn't stop him at the moment. Later on that, I politely let him know that I wasn't interested in him. I afterwards found out he told everyone we actually dated, I broke his heart, and I'm addicted to intimacy.

Entitled, Buddy, Not Courageous

I'm a dude, but I'm going to become ahead and post my experience. There's a local bar that's always packed on the weekends here where I live (college town). One Saturday night, my buddies and I are grabbing some drinks after watching a concert, and the identify is packed. I'm noticing a total neck beard "squeamish guy" following effectually a group of girls that are clearly way out of his league. I mean this dude has the cervix bristles, the exposed abdomen and the anime shirt, and these chicks are perfect tens.

Normally, I root for the underdog, but in this state of affairs, I could tell these girls were bothered by this guy, and he clearly wasn't getting the hint. The girls ended up behind us, and I could hear the guy begging for one daughter, in particular, to become home with him. "Come on. Are y'all serious? I'm way better than these guys hither. Just give me a chance."

I had to mitt it to the guy, he had guts.

Real Prissy Guys Don't Commit Assault

I was xviii years old and had just started dating. This guy met me at my part-time job and said that I was really dainty and that he wanted to have me out on a date. I said sure.

So he picks me upward in a Shelby Mustang. And he is really handsome. I feel similar I've won the lottery. However, right in that location… non even two seconds into our automobile ride he tries to pull over and assail me. I'm like… no. I push his hand away and tell him that he needs to stop trying to assault me or I volition throw his keys. He laughs and tries once again. I pull the keys out of the ignition, disengage my seatbelt, open the door, and hurl his keys as far as I possibly tin into a field.

He starts cursing at me and how this wasn't even his car and blah apathetic blah. I just laughed and so I left. He tried texting me again subsequently, but I ignored him.

Women Aren't Vending Machines

On my 21st birthday, nosotros were in the society, and I'd had a fiddling too much to beverage. I went up to the bar for some water, but information technology was packed, so I merely asked a dude who was virtually to be served if he could grab me some water with his beverage. He did, and I said thanks and went dorsum to dancing with my friends.

About 15 minutes after, he merely walks over and hands me a drink that isn't water and walks off again before I can explain that I'm done drinking or can even say thank you. I concluded upward just giving it to a male friend and forgetting about information technology for the remainder of the night.

Information technology hits 3 a.m., and the club kicks everybody out, and as I'm standing outside waiting for my boyfriend to announced with our bags, I'm approached by mystery drink dude. He just walks right up to me and says, "And so are you coming back to my place tonight then?"

I laughed and was like "ARE YOU FOR Existent?" and he got mad. He genuinely idea I owed it to him to become domicile with him considering he bought me a drink I didn't want. I tried to chill him out and explain that I was really out with my beau, and he got fifty-fifty madder that I hadn't mentioned that until now. Bear in mind our merely interaction was when I asked him for water. And now of a sudden I'm a lying, manipulative person who leads men on for my ain gain and then denies them the intimacy they are owed.

Manifestly, women are like vending machines. All you lot have to practice it put drinks in, and you become intimacy out.

Captain Rebound Has No Inkling

My boyfriend of 4 years had just broken up with me, and I was devastated. I had a guy friend in higher that I was close to, so two days after the breakdown, he asked me to hang out and get my mind off it. We went to a concatenation restaurant for dinner, and I found it odd that he kept insisting on paying — same thing for the moving-picture show we went to. I insisted he shouldn't, but he simply whipped out his carte and paid.

Lo and behold, later that nighttime he tried to make a motion, eventually pretty much request for intimacy. His reasoning? "You could at least give me something. I hateful I took you out to dinner and a movie."

Gee, thanks. That's exactly what I want after I was betrayed past the love of my life 2 days ago: You betraying our friendship to try to get with me.

NGs Always Reveal Themselves

Someone I knew and trusted grabbed me when I was 17. I thought I was confiding this to a long-term friend, just then he told me: "I don't sympathize how you got to that signal with him, merely you lot and I hang out all the time and haven't gotten shut."

When Entitlement Becomes Violent

He asked for my number after buying me a drink. I didn't know him or even notice him until he walked up with a beverage in hand. I said I was in a relationship (I was), and he started ranting and raving nigh how when "a nice guy buys you a drink, yous requite him the time of 24-hour interval." I got upwards and started walking away, he threw the bottle at me.

High Schoolhouse Never Ends

First guy I e'er dated was around xv. I told him I was still figuring things out and wanted to have things slow. He showed up with a dozen roses on our 2d appointment. I told him it was too much, and I was uncomfortable, only he refused to accept them back. We hung out a few times, but I just wasn't that into him. I said I didn't want to keep dating, and nosotros should only be friends.

He said okay, merely then he gave me a "goodbye" volume that had jewelry hidden inside, and he refused to take that dorsum too. If he texted, I kept things friendly and jokey, never saying annihilation romantic. I tried to avoid him and even sent him a garbage poem every bit only teen me could write to tell him to forget about me considering I liked someone else (which was true).

Quondam later, it'southward prom season. He asks another girl, just then he finds out I haven't been asked yet, and so he offers to dump her for me. I say it won't be fair to her and refuse. (I also really don't want to go with him, only I'k as well scared to say this to his face.) He's super angry at prom because I went with a guy he hated. That guy also turned out later to exist a jerk. (Oh, well. Information technology still wouldn't have driven me into my first date's arms.

Years later, when we are both in college, I become home for a reunion. A daughter asked me, "Hey, beginning appointment used to talk to me well-nigh you. I always wondered, why were you leading him on?"

A Venti Overnice Guy with Extra Table salt

I'm a barista. I had a regular ask me out a while back. He'due south kind of a creepy guy who has a reputation for being a "starer," and he likes to try to brand small talk with the women there, fifty-fifty when they're manifestly busy doing their jobs. I try to avoid talking to him every bit much equally I can, but he seems mostly harmless.

When I rejected him, he went on this tirade almost how all women are shallow, and I only turned him downwardly considering he'due south a bigger fellow. Note that I'1000 engaged and wear a ring, so he was barking up the incorrect tree in the first place. I basically told him that he was the shallow i because he only asked me out because he thinks I'yard pretty, given that I'm not even nice to him. That shut him upwardly.

Stalker on Alley Five

I had a guy stalk me at the store I work in. I piece of work alone too, which made the whole thing creepier. He would come in occasionally and stay there for an HOUR. Even if someone else would come in, he'd just drift around the shop until they left and then go on talking to me. I was like 22 at the fourth dimension, and he was hands in his late 30s.

Ane time, I came into the shop, and my coworker asked if I knew this dude. I was similar, no, why? "Because he comes in every mean solar day and is request when you work." Dear. God.

So, the adjacent time he comes in, he asks me out on a date. I say distressing, no, I accept a swain. Then he goes on a xxx-minute rant most how women hate him, e'south recently divorced, lonely, etc. He was full on guilt tripping me as if it was my fault I was in a happy, committed relationship. Yikes.

A Slow Grinding Halt

He picked me up and took me to the embankment to go me out of my head and not be alone with myself after my friend committed suicide. When I turned abroad to stare out at the ocean, he came up behind me and started grabbing me. I told him to stop and that I wanted to go home, as this was just making my mood worse. When we got to my business firm, he moved in for a hug adieu and immediately pulled my face up to his and tried to full-on make out with me. Thank you for ruining a kind gesture with the assumption of getting intimate when I am grieving my friend's death.

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