Plagued Nice Guys

[anondotcom]

 

[Viridian]

Apparently in the Nice Guy dictionary, 'feminist' means a woman who won't give you her number, the same way 'slut' means a woman who won't sleep with you? Otherwise I'm not sure where he got that from.


Don't know 100% for sure a Nice Guy sent this, but I included it because the :autism: level seems on point.


What leads a Nice Guy to get so salty about not receiving a response on a dating app that they feel the need to send a lame insult follow-up almost a week later? (I'm guessing :autism: again.)


So much m'lady-ing in one text!


I sympathize with the receiver of this message.

 

[DrJonesHat]

Nice Guys and their ilk don't actually under feminism and its many permutations. All they know is that it's made it acceptable (somewhat) for a woman to say no. Nice Guys are actually the most pathetic of creatures, because they can't win unless the game is rigged in their favor. They can't compete on a level playing field. Basically, society took out the cheat codes, and they're furious.

 

[Dahmer]

So much m'lady-ing in one text!
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God that copypaste pickup line is almost as bad as the one where they tell chicks they got pulled over and then showed the cop a photo of the girl and the cop let them go so now they deserve a date.

 

[Overcast]

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Dude probably would have got her attention if he followed up with saying she's overwhelmingly cute instead of straight up insulting her. She was clearly being sassy.

 

[AmpleApricots]

Biggest problem for them is that they are super tense about their interaction with women and flip the fuck out if anything isn't going exactly like they imagined. If it wouldn't have failed there, it would have some-when later. When push comes to shove they just need to learn to relate to women like people and not mythical creatures they need to say the right words to to up the relationship score. If they did that they'd also learn that there are a whole lot of women out there they wouldn't want to date to begin with, instead of pathetically clinging to every girl that gives them the slightest attention.

 

[LtCucumber]

Nice Guys and their ilk don't actually under feminism and its many permutations. All they know is that it's made it acceptable (somewhat) for a woman to say no. Nice Guys are actually the most pathetic of creatures, because they can't win unless the game is rigged in their favor. They can't compete on a level playing field. Basically, society took out the cheat codes, and they're furious.

Exactly- though they're all for feminism if it gets them laid. But if it doesn't then feminists are evil evil nazis hating on all white men everywhere because it means women can make their own choices so now no women are actually obligated to date them. Boo hoo.

 

[vertexwindi]

Dude probably would have got her attention if he followed up with saying she's overwhelmingly cute instead of straight up insulting her. She was clearly being sassy.

Imagine being so dense that you're flirting with a woman and you insult her when she flirts back.

 

[Alec Benson Leary]

Imagine being so dense that you're flirting with a woman and you insult her when she flirts back.

No living thing orbits neutron stars for a reason.

 

[DrJonesHat]

No living thing orbits neutron stars for a reason.

All this time we've been approaching Nice Guys from a psychological perspective when we should have been applying physics! Egad! It all makes sense now!

 

[Vorhtbame]

Nice Guys and their ilk don't actually under feminism and its many permutations. All they know is that it's made it acceptable (somewhat) for a woman to say no. Nice Guys are actually the most pathetic of creatures, because they can't win unless the game is rigged in their favor. They can't compete on a level playing field. Basically, society took out the cheat codes, and they're furious.

To be strictly accurate, they know that feminism made it acceptable for a woman to say "yes" to anyone and anything at any time. They're not seeking traditional marital monogamy; they're looking for a free fuck. They like that idea.

What they (and far too many others) don't understand is that just because a woman can say "yes", doesn't mean she will.

 

[Infinity]

Boring weeb crap you think we care about for some reason.

How many times do I have to report your offtopic posts to get deleted before you get the hint lol

No one cares about your clique of nerds. Post funny screencraps or something or get out

Edit: Looks like they chose to get out

 

[DatBepisTho]

No living thing orbits neutron stars for a reason.

That may actually be why they're so exceptional and their ideas so out of left field, tho.

 

[P.F.H.]

Considering the thread has been really slow, I considered I might share a recent experience I had with a furry nice guy. This is quite a common behavior for a furry beta loser, but it still is pathetic and cringy, and to be honest it quite fits with the more tamer and submisive version of Nice guys. I'd share the screen caps but they are on spanish, not very useful...

Spoiler: Huge sperging

So, I have an art page where I share my works, stream and take comission, usual artfag stuff. One day this guy comissions me and we start to talk, for some reason, he tells me about his problems, now this is a huge red flag since normal, functional people don't talk about their emotional problems with strangers just days after they meet them, but oh well, I'm a very empathetic person retard, so I listened. I even added him on my personal social media and stuff.

Fast forward a few months, he told me about how he has never had a girlfriend even thought he is on his 20's (nothing bad by itself, but then he went with the Nice guy trope of "girls don't like nice guys T.T"), he's also been calling me pet names, like "cutie" which I fucking hate, but I tolerated because the guy kept comissioning me, and boi I love money.
All in all, it wasn't so bad, I gave him a bit of company and listened to his problems , and even sometimes we had fun drawing together and chatting, what really stoped a friendship from flourishing there was the fact that he kept putting me on a pedestal, always kissing the ground I walked. Like, everytime I told him about a problem I had, he just said something akin to "You can deal with it, I believe in u, I wuv uuuuu uwuwuwuwuwuw".

At least it wasn't so bad until two months ago, for some reason my arm started to hurt like hell, I couldn't even move it without feeling a piercing pain, and the shoulder didn't even respond when I tried to lift it.

I had some comissions pending so I just left a message on my page for my followers, and I talked personally to my clients to tell them their comissions would be delayed. Obviously, some of my personal friends saw the message on my page and asked me what was wrong, among those friends was Furry Niceguy, I explained the situation, no biggie, and I went on with my night of bitching about my arm while watching series on Netflix.
At least for about a couple of hours, because Furry Niceguy kept messaging me to "check" how I was doing.

This didn't bother me so much, because well, I thought he meant well.

The next day he kept messaging me and I was fucking tired of watching memes on facebook while his chat kept popping out and making noise, since this motherfucker kept writing me stuff like "Hi cutie how are you?" "Hey cutie" "Cutie you ok? uwu" "cutieeeee?".

So I managed to answer him even though my arm and shoulder were being whiny bitches, I just said I was doing ok and that I was resting, but that my arm still felt like shit.

Next day he messaged me again, and kept insisting until I answered again, this time I made clear that I didn't want to chat because typing hurted like hell, and that I appreciated him being worried about me, but that I needed to rest my arm, and he went all "Oh sowwy I thought that was what friends did for each other UnU"
I felt really bad about that, and remarked that this was just for a few days, until my arm recovered. He kept talking to me, but at least not as much as he used to until my arm recovered.

So let's fast forward a couple of months again, nigga has told me that he was bullyed on his campus, some guys kept saying he was kind of weird because he was always alone (If that can count as bullying...?) and that one day, he was tired of their shit and got the bright idea of fighting two guys, all alone.

Obviously they beat the shit out of him and wasn't amused when I told him that was a bit of a dumb idea.

He also told me when he watched his furry porn, comissioned sugestive artwork of his fursona, and shared furry porn on his personal facebook AND then asked me to be his GF...
Yeah, I said "no, I have a boyfriend right now" and luckly he didn't explode like most Nice Guys do.

And after all these events, we get to two weeks ago, I'm working on my final projects for my semester and he routinelly writes every fucking single day, the conversation always goes like this:

FNG: Hello cutie, how are you?
FNG: Cutie?
FNG: Helloooooooooo?
FNG: Cutie are you ok? uwu
Me: Hi, i'm doing ok, just busy.
FNG: Ok cutieeee, you can do it!
FNG: u know i wuv u right? uwu

Every fucking single day. Until this friday where he was like "Hello, are you still busy?" and I obviously answer yes, he says "Oh ok, I won't bother you anymore".
Now, I'm not on the mood to tolerate his faggotry, so I asked him why he seemed like he wanted to talk and didn't say anything on the end.
He said it was his parents again and that he had no one to talk and stuff. Everything ok around here. BUT THEN he continued: "And you know? I feel you more dry lately, I understand that you are on finals but I miss my friend"

I got very angry at that moment but I kept my manners, even thought that bitch knew I attended college from 6am to 5pm, and that I was sleeping 3-4 a day to finish my projects he had the gall to basically say "I know you are busy but my feels are more important that your life uwu"

I told him "Well, that's a bit rude... you basically said my problems don't matter"
he said "What? but I always offer my support and motivation", we went on with the conersation and at one point he basically said "You know, friends worry for each other and offer their support... at least that's how it should be. Oh well, you will see, you will get out of this and be more relaxed nwn"

Well now that actually set a fire under my ass, it wasn't his doing that I was uncomfortable by his comments, it was the fact that im stressed. Mind you, I was talking to him after coming home from watching a movie, so I was as relaxed as one can be.

So I went nuts.

The extract of the conversation is that he kept pestering me because he worried about me uwu and that he just wanted to support his friend uwuuwuwuw and that he didn't see anything wrong with pestering an injured person to chat with him and being an annoying lil'shit everyday when I was busy with my projects, so I explained my point with an analogy, "What you are doing is the equivalent of taking your buddy who has a strained ankle for a walk on the park because you are worried, it's counter productive and annoying to the person".

I used that analogy because when I went back to how he pressured me to chat with my injured arm, he didn't quite understand why it was kind of a dick move, all he could tell me when I confronted him was "BUT I WORRY ABOUT YOU!"

At the end of the conversation, all he could tell me was "ok i wont worry about you anymore", he's just that dense...

 

[Vorhtbame]

Considering the thread has been really slow, I considered I might share a recent experience I had with a furry nice guy. This is quite a common behavior for a furry beta loser, but it still is pathetic and cringy, and to be honest it quite fits with the more tamer and submisive version of Nice guys. I'd share the screen caps but they are on spanish, not very useful...

Spoiler: Huge sperging

So, I have an art page where I share my works, stream and take comission, usual artfag stuff. One day this guy comissions me and we start to talk, for some reason, he tells me about his problems, now this is a huge red flag since normal, functional people don't talk about their emotional problems with strangers just days after they meet them, but oh well, I'm a very empathetic person exceptional individual, so I listened. I even added him on my personal social media and stuff.

Fast forward a few months, he told me about how he has never had a girlfriend even thought he is on his 20's (nothing bad by itself, but then he went with the Nice guy trope of "girls don't like nice guys T.T"), he's also been calling me pet names, like "cutie" which I fucking hate, but I tolerated because the guy kept comissioning me, and boi I love money.
All in all, it wasn't so bad, I gave him a bit of company and listened to his problems , and even sometimes we had fun drawing together and chatting, what really stoped a friendship from flourishing there was the fact that he kept putting me on a pedestal, always kissing the ground I walked. Like, everytime I told him about a problem I had, he just said something akin to "You can deal with it, I believe in u, I wuv uuuuu uwuwuwuwuwuw".

At least it wasn't so bad until two months ago, for some reason my arm started to hurt like hell, I couldn't even move it without feeling a piercing pain, and the shoulder didn't even respond when I tried to lift it.

I had some comissions pending so I just left a message on my page for my followers, and I talked personally to my clients to tell them their comissions would be delayed. Obviously, some of my personal friends saw the message on my page and asked me what was wrong, among those friends was Furry Niceguy, I explained the situation, no biggie, and I went on with my night of bitching about my arm while watching series on Netflix.
At least for about a couple of hours, because Furry Niceguy kept messaging me to "check" how I was doing.

This didn't bother me so much, because well, I thought he meant well.

The next day he kept messaging me and I was fucking tired of watching memes on facebook while his chat kept popping out and making noise, since this motherfucker kept writing me stuff like "Hi cutie how are you?" "Hey cutie" "Cutie you ok? uwu" "cutieeeee?".

So I managed to answer him even though my arm and shoulder were being whiny bitches, I just said I was doing ok and that I was resting, but that my arm still felt like shit.

Next day he messaged me again, and kept insisting until I answered again, this time I made clear that I didn't want to chat because typing hurted like hell, and that I appreciated him being worried about me, but that I needed to rest my arm, and he went all "Oh sowwy I thought that was what friends did for each other UnU"
I felt really bad about that, and remarked that this was just for a few days, until my arm recovered. He kept talking to me, but at least not as much as he used to until my arm recovered.

So let's fast forward a couple of months again, nigga has told me that he was bullyed on his campus, some guys kept saying he was kind of weird because he was always alone (If that can count as bullying...?) and that one day, he was tired of their shit and got the bright idea of fighting two guys, all alone.

Obviously they beat the shit out of him and wasn't amused when I told him that was a bit of a dumb idea.

He also told me when he watched his furry porn, comissioned sugestive artwork of his fursona, and shared furry porn on his personal facebook AND then asked me to be his GF...
Yeah, I said "no, I have a boyfriend right now" and luckly he didn't explode like most Nice Guys do.

And after all these events, we get to two weeks ago, I'm working on my final projects for my semester and he routinelly writes every fucking single day, the conversation always goes like this:

FNG: Hello cutie, how are you?
FNG: Cutie?
FNG: Helloooooooooo?
FNG: Cutie are you ok? uwu
Me: Hi, i'm doing ok, just busy.
FNG: Ok cutieeee, you can do it!
FNG: u know i wuv u right? uwu

Every fucking single day. Until this friday where he was like "Hello, are you still busy?" and I obviously answer yes, he says "Oh ok, I won't bother you anymore".
Now, I'm not on the mood to tolerate his faggotry, so I asked him why he seemed like he wanted to talk and didn't say anything on the end.
He said it was his parents again and that he had no one to talk and stuff. Everything ok around here. BUT THEN he continued: "And you know? I feel you more dry lately, I understand that you are on finals but I miss my friend"

I got very angry at that moment but I kept my manners, even thought that bitch knew I attended college from 6am to 5pm, and that I was sleeping 3-4 a day to finish my projects he had the gall to basically say "I know you are busy but my feels are more important that your life uwu"

I told him "Well, that's a bit rude... you basically said my problems don't matter"
he said "What? but I always offer my support and motivation", we went on with the conersation and at one point he basically said "You know, friends worry for each other and offer their support... at least that's how it should be. Oh well, you will see, you will get out of this and be more relaxed nwn"

Well now that actually set a fire under my ass, it wasn't his doing that I was uncomfortable by his comments, it was the fact that im stressed. Mind you, I was talking to him after coming home from watching a movie, so I was as relaxed as one can be.

So I went nuts.

The extract of the conversation is that he kept pestering me because he worried about me uwu and that he just wanted to support his friend uwuuwuwuw and that he didn't see anything wrong with pestering an injured person to chat with him and being an annoying lil'shit everyday when I was busy with my projects, so I explained my point with an analogy, "What you are doing is the equivalent of taking your buddy who has a strained ankle for a walk on the park because you are worried, it's counter productive and annoying to the person".

I used that analogy because when I went back to how he pressured me to chat with my injured arm, he didn't quite understand why it was kind of a dick move, all he could tell me when I confronted him was "BUT I WORRY ABOUT YOU!"

At the end of the conversation, all he could tell me was "ok i wont worry about you anymore", he's just that dense...

So, when you told him to stop calling you "cutie", what did he say?

 

[P.F.H.]

So, when you told him to stop calling you "cutie", what did he say?

I just told him that shit made him look like a loser so he just said "Oh ok..."

 

[Cosmos]

I found a goldmine.

Women of Reddit, what’s your cringy “nice guy” story?

I’m a girl, but this story is about my husband and how he caught the bad end of a “nice” guy.

A few years before I met my husband, he decided to go to a party. He gets there and some random girl walks up to him, says “Your cute” and kisses him. This amused him, so he started chatting with her. While chatting, he notices a very angry, short man standing next to her. The man is scowling at my husband and it’s making him uncomfortable. He can tell the guy is pissed at the attention girl is giving him, and it’s just not worth it, so he stops talking to random girl, turns away, and starts walking to another room. It’s at this point husband feels short man punch him in the back. When he turns around, short man is running away and actually runs out of the house and never returns to the party. Husband laughs it off, cause it wasn’t even a hard punch. But then somebody notices husband is bleeding, and there is a hole in his shirt. The short fucker hadn’t punched him, he stabbed him.

Random girl saw this all go down and was pretty mortified. Turns out the short dude was obsessed with her, they were “best friends”, and he accompanied her everywhere.

The knife was pretty small, so it didn’t do any real damage. But he still has the scar.

EDIT: Okay, so this blew up while I was sleeping. A lot of people are wondering about what happened, so I finally have a moment to write up the outcome to all this: Somebody did call an ambulance. Ambulance showed up, but my husband refused to go to the hospital. He didn't want to stop partying nor pay for an ambulance ride, plus it didn't hurt that much and he felt fine. Instead, him and a friend gauzed it up and he continued to party. Mind you, in my husbands drunken stupor he is finding this whole thing hilarious (actually, he still finds it hilarious). When he woke up the next day he was in a bit of pain and realized he should get it checked out, so he marched down to the hospital, got checked out and fixed up, and went home. At no point did he encounter the police, so he never reported it.

A guy at a bar bought me a drink (even though I really tried to not accept it), and he asked me if I was single. I told him that I was dating someone and he took the drink back and called me an “ugly whore.” Uh... okay... haha

We met on OkCupid and after like 2 weeks decided to go meet. We both weren't into coffee so we decided to eat a dinner together. At his place. We agreed to meet at the mall to buy groceries. He couldn't decide even one thing, but when I would take a certain brand he would mention how his grandmother would take some other. At the end I made him to pick at least one thing - appetizer (thinking of soup or something), so he picked blueberries. I payed. We came to his apartment, he couldn't cook which I didn't mind, but he didn't even feel like helping. While I was making the sauce he mentioned things like that I am not intelligent enough (because I suck at math and wasn't interested in it when he was reading his math book to me for 5 - 10 minutes), that it annoys him me not being interested in video games, he blushed when I joked and said word "pussy" and also got frustrated when he read Jesenin to me and I wasn't that interested. Then we finally sat and ate. He commented how his mother does it better. But he also ate pretty much everything. Then all of the sudden he stood up and said "now we should kiss and cuddle". Of course not. I offered to wash the dishes. He didn't even help. I felt sorry for him the entire time, that's why I just didn't leave.

This actually just happened recently. My good friend from college and I, along with other friends from our program went out to a bar to celebrate finishing our degree. He kept feeding me shots but I figured everyone just wanted to be drunk and have a good time. The night is coming to an end and I’m quite incapacitated. My “good friend” frantically approaches me saying that he had just seen a guy put something in my drink (which I had just finished). He told me that I would soon be unconscious and it was best that he take me back to his apartment so he could take care of me. Being heavily drunk and also quite scared, I agreed and he helped me back to his apartment.

After making me something to eat and giving me some water, we set up camp for the night on his couch. He put on a movie and he said he would sit and watch me sleep to make sure I didn’t throw up or anything. As I started to dose off he started touching me, first on my feet and knees and then my upper thigh. I confronted him about it and he said after everything he had done he felt he deserved “compensation”. I laughed it off but after he tried to make a move again I got angry and we began fighting. He exposed to me that no one had put anything in my drink and it was all a ploy to allow him to make his move. After some more arguing he decided it was best I left, and he kicked me out of his apartment at 3:00 am while I was still considerably drunk.

This is someone whom I’ve trusted and spent 4 years being friends with. Safe to say I’ll be a lot more speculative with future male friends.

I work retail, and have for more than 25 years.

I once (about 9 years ago, when I worked in a liquor store) had an older customer that would come in, and (I thought) play flirt with me.

A lot of customers play flirted with me, so I didn't think anything of it. Plus, this guy was, like, twice my age....and I was no spring chicken. I had no idea that he seriously thought we were really flirting.

Until one day...

...he asked me out. Not in a regular way, mind you...oh, no. He said, "So, we've known each other for a while, now....I'll just wait until you're off tonight, and then we can go out. I'll take you to (expensive restaurant)!"

I politely declined.

He went ballistic!

Long story short, the manager banned him from the store for life.

Thank god!

Some guy messaged me online and seemed nice enough. Asked if I'd like to meet up with him. I said sure. He tells me a Starbucks between our places and said he'd see me in 30 min. I was like, "woah, not right now, it's 10pm" He said okay, but he'd like to keep talking to me if it was alright. Few days later this exchange happens over messenger: Him: "hey what's up?" Me: nm, how are you Him: I'm good. Me: good 5 min pass so I assume he was busy for a sec Him: Well if you don't have anything to say you fucking bitch, don't lead me on and let me think that we can be together. You're nothing but a fucking whore anyways. Only whores lead nice guys like me on. Fuck you fuck you you fucking whore.

Yep, nice guy.

I went on a first date with a guy, casual date for coffee. It wasnt terrible but it was obvious that we didn't really click that well. He did the typical "nice guy" stuff during the date where he talked about how he was different from other guys, knew how to treat a woman, some talking down on "gym bros", etc.

I ended the date pretty quickly as I wasn't really feeling it, and had just gotten off of a midnight shift so it was past my "bedtime".

He insisted on walking me to my car and opening the door for me. Fine, whatever. Then he hugged me, and when we went to break apart, he tried kissing me. I turned my face and he immediately got agitated, blocked me from entering my car and said "What?!? No kiss?!".

I'm a pretty easy-going and tolerant person but that was the first time something like that had ever happened and I immediately felt a slight bit of fear, as the guy was blocking my car and was about 6'4 - so much larger than me. I immediately put on my super serious face and said "No, sorry. I really need to be getting home now". and luckily he moved.

Took a bit of a break from dating after that.

I was sitting at the bar by myself and this guy in a fedora comes up to me and we just start talking. He seems okay, we got into some casual conversation, then he starts talking about how he thinks girls should be nice to him if he does something nice for them. i.e. open the door for them or buy them a drink.
I tried for a sold half hour to get him to understand that a girl was not going to fall head over heels for someone who thought that opening the door for them meant that they were a knight in shining armor. I tried very hard but he just would keep talking over me.

 

[Frogasm]

internet nice guys are a dumber, less charismatic variety of abusive partners. i have assisted people leaving abusive relationships and part of that is often about listening to their stories when they need to vent, and over time I have noticed a lot of parallels between nice guys and abusers.

abusers tend to woo their partners carefully and put on a nice face at first to make people fall in love with them. they don't show their true abusive colors until later on, usually in private when they can get away with it. nice guys TRY this tactic. They try to be charming in the beginning, but fail so they rarely get to the next step. They also tend to try to isolate the objects of their desire. The explosion of frustration that a lot of them have when getting rejected is really similar to the angry temper tantrums that abusers tend to throw to control their partners too.

 

[Eshettar]

I wonder if this guy was standing in front of a fun-house mirror while texting the girl. His self-image is so fabulous and yet tragically distorted.

 

[JaneThough]

I wonder if this guy was standing in front of a fun-house mirror while texting the girl. His self-image is so fabulous and yet tragically distorted.

I wanna see more. You KNOW it did not end after that 'Yes'