This lament from “a Former Nice Guy” has been making the rounds of the blogosphere. The fact that here and most especially over in particularly crazy-ass righty-land are falling over themselves in a rush to agree with this tripe only confirms my worst expectations.
But let’s to it, shall we?
I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I’d take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven’t figured it out.
What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
That’s not a resentful beginning at all!
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going out,
Hey, wait, I know that guy! It was that guy down the street! The one who buys a lot of porn!
Seriously, who the fuck “tags along” with a girl when she goes shopping? If I want to hang out with somebody because I like the person, I do. I don’t expect to earn, like, extra points or something because she’s buying girl stuff (and that’s the implication in this little rant: “I was so good to you because I went along and did all the stupid crap you like when I could have been at home playing World of Warcraft”). If you like the person’s company, then that is its own reward. I’ve gone shopping with girls plenty of times, because I love used bookstores and I like company, and gosh darnit if that isn’t fun all by itself even if I don’t get any pussy afterwards.
And if you want more, then you actually have to try and make sure that the other person knows you want more, which doesn’t happen if you act like an expectant jackass who thinks if he spends enough time standing around awkwardly with his hands in his pockets while that girl he wants to fuck tries on dresses in… okay, I am honestly blanking on the name of a store that specifically sells nice dresses, but that’s probably because I don’t bother to be a whiny little kiss-ass and follow girls around when they go shopping… anyway, said guy figures if he does this enough, suddenly the Fuck Switch gets flipped. Except it doesn’t work that way, because that’s, you know, misogynistic.
How is this shit hard to figure out?
or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
I just want to say this right now: Guys, if you know a girl who is with a guy, and they’re not married, but you think you would be better for her than her current man person is? Fucking say so. There is no right of ownership here, got it? It may sound like something out of an 80s sitcom, but you’re not screaming out “NO WAIT YOU SHOULD BE WITH ME” at the wedding or anything, you’re just making your own intentions known. You know why guys like this don’t say anything? Because they are terrified of rejection; they know in their guts that she’s going to just say “no” to them, either because of the inherent self-loathing so common in the breed or because they know that, yes, she’s actually happy with the guy he resents. So they just act like chickenshits.
(If they are married, you don’t get to say “I would be better for you.” Even if you might be. There’s a fine difference between bold and stupid.)
Never mind that these idyllic platonic-but-nearly-more scenarios never happen. Really, what single woman is going to go over to Creepy McStalksalot’s house when her boyfriend treats her like shit? “Goddammit, Rodney cheated on me. Who’s going to make me feel better, my girlfriends? My mother? No, wait, I’m gonna go spend time with that guy who remembers every thirty seconds that he’s staring at my tits so he jerks his head upwards for a bit before dropping it right back down. He can comfort me the way nobody else I know and love can, because he wants to fuck me, and as a woman all I want is to be placed on a pedestal.”
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. hey probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t compare this Nice Guy to a puppy dog. People like having puppy dogs around. The puppy will be cute and love a woman unconditionally. The Nice Guy will do neither of these things.
Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic,
You have to love it when someone writes a hateful diatribe and inserts a little sentence like this to show everybody he’s being balanced and reasonable. But you know what? The behaviour this guy wrote about is not “a little pathetic.” It is people pointing at you and laughing in the street pathetic. It is Adam-Sandler-movies-after-Happy Gilmore-pathetic.
you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were “just friends.”
Interesting use of language here as our scribe claims these women deny having sexual feelings for these fucking losers, as opposed to simply not being attracted to creepy nebbishes.
Besides, he totally wasn’t your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
I personally believe that nothing says “sex machine” like a short, bald, fat, poor, uncultured dickweed with no social skills. How dare chicks want to hang out with somebody who actually put time and effort into his own personal upkeep?
Look, I can sympathize with guys who don’t look like Jude Law, because I don’t look like Jude Law either. I’m kind of a loudmouth (my entire law class will attest to this) and if I don’t exercise regularly then I get really fat and zitty. But guess what – that’s why I exercise regularly, and it’s because I’m a loudmouth that I decided early on to work on having a sense of humour and not saying things that were totally stupid, because if you must be a loudmouth, then at least be an entertaining one. It is not some horrible betrayal of who you are as a person to improve yourself specifically to make yourself more likeable. It shows a valuable understanding of social skills.
(Also, since when do chicks not like bald guys any more? Is this guy from the 80s? Did he miss the whole shaven-head esthetic that got really popular fifteen years ago and never went away?)
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him.
…and because the Nice Guy realized, on some subconscious level, that no amount of hanging out with you was going to get him pussy. Not that he could admit this to himself, because this would mean admitting that those jerks who were getting laid regularly were actually working to get it, by learning how to dance or make conversation or tell a joke (an actual original joke, not just quoting “The Simpsons” at somebody) or making sure they looked attractive to their target demographic.
More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren’t the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship.
You know what makes for a good long-term relationship? When the guy expects sex and adoration just because.
So, now, you’re single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, “What happened to all the nice guys?”
Firstly, “douchebag” is one word, not two. So this Formerly Nice Guy lacks grammar and writing skills. No wonder he never gets laid. Doesn’t he know that chicks dig a dude with mad grammar skills? They are after me all the time to show me how I cleft a gerund, it makes them fucking swoon, it does.
Secondly, the bar scene is filled with Nice Guys just like our author here, except that instead of thinking that the Magic Path To Vagina leads through the Valley Of Dutiful Friendship, they think that it’s quicker to just get her drunk until her standards drop enough that they qualify. (Also, there’s plenty of people who go to clubs and bars just to drink and dance and have a good time. They, oddly, do not have a lot of trouble getting laid. Go figure.)
Well, once again, you did.
OH SNAP I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy.
See, this is the part where I went “holy shit,” because normally in “I Used To Be A Nice Guy” type rants, this sentiment is only implied, a nasty little undercurrent of malicious envy and spite. But this guy comes right out and says it: if a guy acts friendly towards a girl, the girl has a moral duty to fuck him.
You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion.
(I think he meant to use “erection” rather than “devotion” here.)
You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive “just-a-” friend.
At least the aloof boyfriend would give the poor girl some space. Mister Nice Guy would be around all day if a girl let him. “Maybe she’ll decide to have sex with me in the next five minutes!”
Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life.
He moved on so much that years later he has to write nasty anonymous open letters on Craigslist, but he’s TOTALLY OVER IT YOU KNOW.
He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren’t really attracted to guys who hold doors open;
Because acting like it’s something special isn’t chivalrous. It’s retarded. I hold doors open for girls all the time. And guys. See, it’s like this: I am going through the door, so I hold it open for other people as they pass after me, or pull it open and let people go through first because the way we’re standing it’s convenient and polite to do so. And – guess what – they do the same for me!
Now, if I were going to act like some colossal twat and make a big scene out of opening the door, perhaps with a wave of my hand and a “M’lady” to punctuate it if I really just wanted to confirm that I was so starved for the attention of a woman that I would pretend I lived in Victorian times – maybe, just maybe, women would get skeeved out when I did it.
or make dinners just because;
But he’s already made it clear that he isn’t doing these things “just because.” Remember? He said he expects sex in exchange. It’s “reciprocating,” you know!
or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you’re upset; or hold you when you cry.
Chris Rock has a really famous routine about how “n***as always want some credit for shit they supposed to do.” This is entirely equivalent. Mister Nice Guy here is complaining that he isn’t getting extra credit (and by “credit,” I of course mean “ass”) for being a tolerable human being. The same sentiment is found in how most of these rants usually have a “but in the end, you sluts end up with a Nice Guy” comment buried somewhere in the middle – the belief being, and this is core to how the Nice Guy operates, that eventually if he just keeps being Nice, one day he will have been sufficiently Nice to get a gorgeous woman to marry him and he can fuck her whenever he wants.
He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he’d have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
I love how the author conjoins looking good and being successful with being an asshole. And, for that matter, he also conjoins looking good and being successful. As if there are no rich nerds. No, wait, there are plenty of rich nerds. Most of them are married, too. Go figure! In all seriousness, the amount of self-loathing in this post is just off the charts. The author hates himself, plainly and simply: he hates who he was, he hates who he’s claiming he’s become, and he’s projecting all of that onto – guess who – the ladies.
Fact is, now, he’s probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that.
Because of you, he finally gave in and bought his first dose of rohypnol! If only you had fucked this loser, he would not now be a date rapist, so his crimes are on your hands, lady!
And I’m sorry that it took the complete absence of “nice guys” in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
That’s a horrific thing to say. Reversing the equation, I have known (er, in the non-Biblical sense) countless women of good character, high intelligence, exceptional grace, some wickedly funny to boot. Does this mean that those feminists of the moral-superiority-of-women school were correct all along? This is some radical shit this guy is writing here!
So, if you’re looking for a nice guy, here’s what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what’s right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
YEAH I’M TALKING TO YOU DONNA McARTHUR OF SIOUX FALLS! YOU COULD HAVE HAD ALL OF THIS BUT INSTEAD YOU HAD TO GO AND MARRY CHAD JUST BECAUSE HE LIKED TO TAKE SHOWERS REGULARLY AND GOT HIMSELF A FANCY ACCOUNTING JOB! WELL NOW I’M IN MARKETING MAKING GOOD MONEY AND I GET LAID WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT AND I COULD COME OVER AND TAKE YOU AWAY FROM YOUR LIFE OF DRUDGERY AND TWO CHILDREN BUT I’M TOO BUSY LIVIN’ LA VIDA LOCA AND YOU COULD HAVE BEEN LIVING IT WITH ME BUT IT’S TOO LATE NOW AND I BET YOU’RE SORRY AREN’T YOU?
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don’t really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men.
“Hey, maybe it’s just me, but I bet there’s a possibility – juuuuuust a possibility – that not only are you stupid, but you’re a bitch too! What are the odds of that?”
In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
If you were five years younger.
Given that this is being written by a Former Nice Guy, I’m not sure that “now I’m the guy who goes around pathetically trolling for younger women because older women don’t look like the girls in my porn collection” is exactly a step up, frankly.
So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you’ve fucked yourself over. You’re getting older, after all. It’s time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn’t want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn’t fucking want you, now.
Again: he doesn’t want you so much that he wrote this long-ass post on Craigslist! And anonymously, to boot, just so that if you read it, you wouldn’t know that it was him so maybe if you, I dunno, “accidentally” bumped into each other in the street someday, he could be all “oh, wow! It’s so good to see you” and then start following you around while you shopped again – that’s how much he doesn’t want you now!