Baby I Love Your Stuff Like a Nice Guy One Dance

Information technology's a safe bet that every woman has encountered "Mr. Overnice Guy." He's a guy whobelieves he'south dainty. In fact, heinsists on it. He may even act nice, but it's never more than than an act, and the imitation niceness goes away as soon as a adult female tells him she's not interested.

Guys like this seem to remember that women are vending machines. If they spend plenty kindness coins, and so they deserve a date, a human relationship or intimacy in render. They tend to go a chip crazy when they find out they're not entitled to a woman's body and time just because they exist.

If Overnice Guy buys a adult female a drink, she should go domicile with him, and a girl who is polite is obviously interested. Prissy Guys constantly complain almost getting friend-zoned — as though friendship is some kind of penalty. At best, these guys are annoyances. At worst, they're dangerous. Nice Girls exist too, of grade, so both women and men have had to suffer these fools.

Do any of the following stories resonate with y'all? We certain hope not!

(No) Give thanks U, Next

My worst Nice Guy experience was probably the creepy mid-50s man who harassed me for months and finally fabricated his large move by telling me he liked my pheromones. And so he mansplained what pheromones are and got very aroused when 19-year-former me turned him downwardly. He told me that what I needed was a expert experience. Yes, no thanks, you gross pervert.

As before long 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 appointment me. And then ane night he freaked out on me because he was, "JUST ABOUT TO ASK ME OUT!" And then he told me that my fiancé was going to dump me anyway, so I might as well cut my losses early on and get out with him instead. So, instead, I cutting my losses with the Overnice Guy, moved in with my fiancé and take been blissfully happy e'er since.

Paying the Troll Price

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

Evidently, he saw things a lot more seriously. I posted a photo of myself at a museum that was obviously taken past someone else, and he contacted me every bit presently as he saw it to enquire 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 it was scary. He said he wanted me to pay him back for the coin he spent hanging out with me (getting food and driving me 30 minutes each style to hang out at his business firm). He said he was coming to my house that night to collect it.

I agreed to leave $100 under the doormat if he never talked to me or came to my house always once more, and he agreed. He got off work late at night, similar around midnight, and when he collected his money he pounded on my door and screamed profanities at the top of his lungs. Then, when I came to the door, I told him I would call the cops every bit he ran abroad screaming.

I'chiliad pretty sure I got a prank phone call from his roommate a few days later, 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 coming together in the city wouldn't exist in that location for a few hours, so I just went to sit in front end of the Eiffel Tower and sketch for a while. Soon afterward I sat down, a guy came and sat downwards well-nigh me. I had headphones in and just ignored him, but he slowly scooted closer until he was a few feet from me.

He started talking to me, ignoring my headphones and my work. He clearly wasn't going to surrender. I somewhen 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 lonely. He talked about his graduate plan, how he was looking for a woman, how smart he was, how he traveled so much, and a load of other personal glorification of how great he was. I told him repeatedly that I was enjoying my lonely time, that I had a boyfriend, that I'g not in the mood for chatting with anyone, etc. He brushed it off like I hadn't said a thing.

And then, 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, and so I wasn't dandy on wandering effectually past myself. Maybe 15 minutes later, I couldn't have it anymore and got up to move, and he followed me across the park. I told him I wanted to be alone, which didn't assistance at all. When I got up to leave again, he tried to rip my drawing out of my sketchbook considering I had "drawn it for him."

Somehow, I managed to walk off quickly with my drawing and wandered effectually 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 as more than a friend. I politely told him I didn't feel the same way and would exist much more comfortable only remaining friends. He said he was okay with this, and things about went dorsum to normal, but he started being more than withdrawn. So one day at lunch he was sitting confronting a wall all lonely pouting, and I came over to see if he was okay, and he told me that his depression was so much worse lately, and he was just feeling so suicidal and that "I wouldn't desire to finish myself if a girl would ever actually like me back…" Information technology took all of my self-control not to finish him myself.

NG Expects Praise for the Bare Minimum: Shocker

I went to a rave with a friend and his group of friends and had a bully time (and I was actually inebriated). The next twenty-four hours when my friend and I were talking near the rave and how messed upwards I was, he told me that I'k really lucky that he and his friends were good guys and that nothing happened to me. What?!

He Finishes Last 'Cause He'southward Trash

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

Finally, after numerous attempts to set the problems and being given every excuse in the volume, I decided "running back to the trailer abode" wasn't that bad of a bargain. He goes off about how he'due south given me and then much and put up with so many things other guys wouldn't, including me having seizures in my sleep. He finishes information technology off with: "But 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 through my line and brand small talk. He wasn't bad looking, only a little socially bad-mannered. I 24-hour interval he asked me out while I was ringing him up. He looked so vulnerable continuing there, and there 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 run into a Hitchcock film at a campus auditorium. I take no idea why, merely he suddenly tried to bound over the row of seats and caught his foot and went down hard. His nose was gushing claret, and he could barely walk on his talocrural joint. I was trying to help him, and he screamed, "Leave me alone!" I asked him if he was sure because I wanted to stay and aid, but he screamed calumniating profanity at me until I left.

I never saw him at the bookstore again. I still have no thought what his bargain was.

Using Kindness as Command

My ex-fellow would keep tallies on how many "nice things" he did for me, and he used it against me when I didn't run across his standards. He used it as a way 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 only care about you a lot."

Yeah, never again.

Overnice Guy with a Twist

In high school, my best friend and I were friends with this Squeamish Guy. She worked with him, and we were into some of the aforementioned geeky stuff, simply we didn't have much else in common. He asked my friend out, and she politely told him no, saying she'd rather just exist friends. He seemed to have it well, and we all continued hanging out. Over the grade of the next two years, he followed her around everywhere, managed to go to several school dances with her (as "friends"), and asked her some other handful of times. He always threw himself out there, ever 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 compassion. Unfortunately for him, I said aye. Nosotros spent our "date" driving around looking for my friend. I pretended not to know where she was so he would dorsum off. It ended pretty anticlimactically.

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

We're married now and take three children.

Friends with Atmospheric condition

I've had a couple "nice guys" that took FOREVER to just get out me alone, simply the worst out of all of them was my best friend of four years dropping me similar a hot potato because I wouldn't engagement him. It took nearly ii-and-a-one-half years after that to reconnect. Now he will respond when I call, but it won't ever exist like information technology was earlier.

He'll Exist Right Here Waiting for You lot

I was considering dating one of my friends in college, but I was getting cold feet and 2d thoughts. So, I went to spend some fourth dimension solitary and figure things out. I process better that way — y'all know, the nerdy, introverted type.

The lack of an immediate answer fabricated him make up one's mind to plant himself outside my dorm room, and he didn't motility for what must take been eight or 9 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 then I could text him the address of another music store. We 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 you with respect," and "I'k not a jerk." Toward the terminate of our texting conversation, he said that I was lucky that he was even bothering me with his asking to exist friends with benefits. I had to block him so he would leave me alone.

What a sweetheart.

A Thin Line Between Love and Obsession

The worst Dainty Guys are the ones who don't give up. It's one matter to turn someone downwards and accept them back off, just I've had some people who refuse to give up. I think a lot of them assume they will somewhen win you over like some kind of rom-com, only it's usually just creepy.

A guy who lived in my dorm during freshman year of college professed that he loved me one twenty-four hour period, considering 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 side by side six months. He wrote me poems, played me songs that reminded him of me, and told me I'thousand cute and perfect in Italian (a language nosotros share) when other people were present.

He fifty-fifty told me that he didn't know if he could live without me and might be at risk of harming himself if nosotros didn't engagement. Even when I started dating someone else, this behavior connected until he decided there was some other girl he was in dearest with. It gets kind of scary when people confuse obsession for dear.

The Squeamish Guy Blew Information technology

I once actually striking it off with this guy at a pub. He was bonny, an astonishing kisser, made practiced conversation, etc. We exchanged numbers and planned to hang out that night, but somehow our respective friend groups got separated, and it didn't happen. Oh, well, we'll assemble another time, I thought.

Merely and then I wake up to his text at 3 a.yard.: "I should have gone to bed hours ago. You lot RUINED MY NIGHT!" (Because I didn't go home with him?) This was followed past WEEKS of him blowing up my telephone, asking me why I wasn't texting him dorsum and why I lost interest. Hmm, I wonder why?

No, Pal, That Friendship Has Sailed

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

A Pack of Prissy Guys

I lived i building over from a guy friend in higher, so it was similar a two-infinitesimal walk to my flat from his. There had been increased crime in the apartment complex, then when I was leaving a party at his apartment, he offered to walk me dwelling house, just in instance, considering it was 2 a.k.

He went in for a kiss at my door, and I politely declined but thanked him for walking me. He was really prissy nigh it, merely when I saw all of his friends on campus the next mean solar day, they were yelling that I "owed it to him to at least brand out with him for existence so nice to me."

Ah yes, very classy guys. That's probably why about 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 nosotros bankrupt upwardly. He absolutely insisted on being a gentleman, and by "existence a gentleman," I hateful treating me like a child past taking the bottle out of my paw when I went to pour myself a drink so 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 way, even though I wanted to make my own. He wouldn't let me.

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

Grief Counseling Gone Horribly Wrong

The morn that my best friend took his ain life (I was xv, he was 17), a male child in his grade came up to me in the cafeteria. He had previously been creepy with just near everyone I knew, but it was a solemn twenty-four hour period, so I figured even he would exist normal. Nope.

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

Shamed for Proverb No

I was joking with a "nice guy" friend near dating him and thought he was joking besides. He kissed me, and I didn't finish him at the moment. After that, I politely let him know that I wasn't interested in him. I later institute out he told anybody nosotros really dated, I broke his heart, and I'm addicted to intimacy.

Entitled, Buddy, Not Courageous

I'one thousand a dude, only I'm going to get ahead and post my feel. There'southward a local bar that's always packed on the weekends here where I live (higher town). One Saturday night, my buddies and I are grabbing some drinks afterwards watching a concert, and the place is packed. I'one thousand noticing a total neck beard "nice guy" following effectually a group of girls that are clearly way out of his league. I mean this dude has the neck bristles, the exposed belly and the anime shirt, and these chicks are perfect tens.

Unremarkably, I root for the underdog, only in this state of affairs, I could tell these girls were bothered by this guy, and he conspicuously wasn't getting the hint. The girls ended upwards behind us, and I could hear the guy begging for one girl, in detail, to go habitation with him. "Come up on. Are y'all serious? I'm manner better than these guys here. Just give me a chance."

I had to paw information technology to the guy, he had guts.

Real Nice Guys Don't Commit Assail

I was 18 years old and had just started dating. This guy met me at my part-time chore and said that I was really prissy and that he wanted to accept me out on a engagement. I said sure.

And so he picks me up in a Shelby Mustang. And he is actually handsome. I experience similar I've won the lottery. However, correct there… not even ii seconds into our automobile ride he tries to pull over and assault me. I'thousand like… no. I push his hand abroad and tell him that he needs to stop trying to assault me or I volition throw his keys. He laughs and tries again. I pull the keys out of the ignition, undo my seatbelt, open the door, and hurl his keys as far as I mayhap can into a field.

He starts cursing at me and how this wasn't even his car and apathetic blah blah. I just laughed and then I left. He tried texting me once more afterward, but I ignored him.

Women Aren't Vending Machines

On my 21st altogether, we were in the club, and I'd had a little too much to drink. I went up to the bar for some water, but it was packed, and then I just asked a dude who was nigh to be served if he could grab me some water with his drink. He did, and I said thanks and went back to dancing with my friends.

About 15 minutes later, he merely walks over and hands me a drink that isn't water and walks off once again before I tin can explain that I'm washed drinking or can fifty-fifty say thanks. I concluded upwards just giving it to a male friend and forgetting about information technology for the rest of the dark.

It hits iii a.chiliad., and the order kicks everybody out, and every bit I'm standing outside waiting for my boyfriend to announced with our bags, I'yard approached past mystery drink dude. He just walks right upward to me and says, "And so are yous coming back to my place this evening then?"

I laughed and was like "ARE You FOR REAL?" and he got mad. He genuinely idea I owed information technology to him to become home with him considering he bought me a drink I didn't desire. I tried to chill him out and explain that I was actually out with my boyfriend, and he got even madder that I hadn't mentioned that until now. Bear in mind our only interaction was when I asked him for water. And now all of a sudden I'm a lying, manipulative person who leads men on for my ain gain and and then denies them the intimacy they are owed.

Plain, women are like vending machines. All you take to exercise information technology put drinks in, and yous get intimacy out.

Captain Rebound Has No Clue

My young man of 4 years had just broken up with me, and I was devastated. I had a guy friend in college that I was close to, so 2 days after the breakup, he asked me to hang out and get my heed off it. We went to a chain restaurant for dinner, and I found it odd that he kept insisting on paying — same thing for the movie nosotros went to. I insisted he shouldn't, but he just whipped out his card and paid.

Lo and behold, after that night he tried to make a motion, eventually pretty much request for intimacy. His reasoning? "Yous could at to the lowest degree give me something. I mean I took you out to dinner and a movie."

Gee, thanks. That's exactly what I want afterward I was betrayed by the beloved of my life ii days ago: You betraying our friendship to try to get with me.

NGs Ever Reveal Themselves

Someone I knew and trusted grabbed me when I was 17. I thought I was confiding this to a long-term friend, but then he told me: "I don't sympathize how you got to that point with him, only you and I hang out all the fourth dimension and oasis't gotten close."

When Entitlement Becomes Violent

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

High School Never Ends

Kickoff guy I ever dated was around fifteen. I told him I was all the same figuring things out and wanted to take things slow. He showed up with a dozen roses on our second date. I told him it was too much, and I was uncomfortable, simply he refused to take them dorsum. We hung out a few times, just I just wasn't that into him. I said I didn't want to keep dating, and we should just be friends.

He said okay, simply and so he gave me a "cheerio" book that had jewelry hidden within, and he refused to take that dorsum also. If he texted, I kept things friendly and jokey, never saying anything romantic. I tried to avoid him and even sent him a garbage poem as but teen me could write to tell him to forget nearly me because I liked someone else (which was true).

One-time later, it'due south prom season. He asks another girl, only so he finds out I haven't been asked yet, so he offers to dump her for me. I say information technology won't be off-white to her and pass up. (I as well really don't want to go with him, but I'm too scared to say this to his face.) He's super angry at prom considering I went with a guy he hated. That guy too turned out later to be a jerk. (Oh, well. It nevertheless wouldn't take driven me into my showtime engagement's arms.

Years later, when we are both in college, I become home for a reunion. A daughter asked me, "Hey, first date used to talk to me about you. I always wondered, why were y'all leading him on?"

A Venti Prissy Guy with Actress Salt

I'thousand a barista. I had a regular inquire me out a while back. He's kind of a creepy guy who has a reputation for beingness a "starer," and he likes to try to make small-scale talk with the women there, even when they're obviously decorated doing their jobs. I effort to avoid talking to him as much as I can, but he seems more often than not harmless.

When I rejected him, he went on this tirade about how all women are shallow, and I only turned him down considering he'south a bigger fellow. Note that I'1000 engaged and clothing a ring, so he was barking upward the wrong tree in the showtime place. I basically told him that he was the shallow i because he simply asked me out because he thinks I'm pretty, given that I'm not even dainty to him. That shut him upwardly.

Stalker on Aisle Five

I had a guy stem me at the shop I work in. I work lonely too, which fabricated the whole matter creepier. He would come in occasionally and stay in that location for an HOUR. Even if someone else would come in, he'd only drift around the store until they left and so go along talking to me. I was similar 22 at the fourth dimension, and he was easily in his late 30s.

Ane time, I came into the store, and my coworker asked if I knew this dude. I was like, no, why? "Considering he comes in every day and is asking when you piece of work." Dear. God.

So, the adjacent fourth dimension he comes in, he asks me out on a engagement. I say deplorable, no, I have a boyfriend. Then he goes on a 30-minute rant almost how women detest him, e's recently divorced, solitary, 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 upward and took me to the embankment to get me out of my head and not exist alone with myself afterwards my friend committed suicide. When I turned away 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 dwelling house, as this was just making my mood worse. When we got to my business firm, he moved in for a hug goodbye and immediately pulled my face up to his and tried to total-on make out with me. Cheers for ruining a kind gesture with the supposition of getting intimate when I am grieving my friend'southward decease.

Baby I Love Your Stuff Like a Nice Guy One Dance

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