Plagued Nice Guys

Someone wrote a horror story about a guy who has serious Nice Guy vibes. It's pretty good.

January 3rd:

My darling, I've watched you everyday since you moved in one floor above mine. You wake up everyday at 6:30, then head out by 7:15. I haven't had the courage to present myself. You’re so mesmerizing it's overwhelming.

January 5th:

You work at the coffee shop two blocks away. Sometimes I go to the pizza place, just across the street, to watch you. You’re usually home by 9.

January 8th:

I’m determined to declare my feelings for you. I can already picture it. I’m positive you'll be happy by my admiration, every girl wants to be looked at the way I look at you. I adore you my sweet human.

January 18th:

Feeling courageous, you do your weekly grocery shopping today, so I met you at the store.

After six months watching you from afar, I saw every detail of your beautiful face. I introduced myself and explained how I knew so much about you already. How I had watched you every day for the few days.

Much to my surprise you weren't the least bit flattered. Instead, you called me a creep. I meant no harm, but you humiliated me.

January 19th:

I had every detail of our life together planned. From our first date, to where our children would go to school. I still love you greatly, so I’m giving you another chance. I'm determined to show you how lucky you’ll be to have me in your life. Just give me a day or two to build up my courage again.

January 21st:

I tried to surprise you at the coffee shop today and asked for a date, but you wouldn’t budge. You called me a creep over and over again. At 9, when you walked into the building hallway, always on time, I struck you. My deepest apologies.

January 22nd:

I didn't mean to hurt you my darling. You’re in my room right now, I brought you here to treat your wounds. I promise I'm taking great care of you, this will show you how big of a sweetheart I am.

January 23rd:

You tried to escape today.

I told you to stay still and you wouldn’t listen. A man walked into the hallway, and I couldn't let him hear you. He would take you away from me. I put my hand over your mouth to stop your screaming. I must have been too rough because a few minutes later you were lifeless in my arms.

You just had to sit there and let me feed you, that was all. I’m truly heartbroken.

January 25th:

After a few days spent cuddling on my apartment floor, I decided what to do. First, I washed your body, then I opened you up.

Starting with your stomach, I took out all your organs, and admired how even your insides were beautiful.

I ate a couple to make sure I felt part of you with me. Then I emptied out the rest of your body, washed us again, and sewed you back to normal.

January 26th:

I went to your favorite mall to buy you clothes. You looked absolutely gorgeous in them.

January 30th:

We went to your favorite hiking trail and encountered a woman who ran when she saw us.

January 31st:

You've rotten almost completely. The smell, which I liked at first, grew to be too much. I got you in a new dress, and put you in the hole underneath our building’s laundry room, next to the other loves of my life.

I hope you’re not jealous, I promise you were my absolute favorite.
Aw man I love me some nosleep. Thanks for recommending another great story. Although it's not the first time someone's written a horror story about a nice guy.
 
Because they are easy? But sometimes great fun.

When I was 21 I started seeing a girl (S) who was 19. She lived near me and we were in school together. She had a rep locally for being a bit of a slut, I even got slaggings for going out with her because apparently you're not supposed to date a girl with a bit of a sexual history. At that point I had only been with one other girl. The slaggings I got for it didn't bother me at all because she was really sexy and great fun too. She was never boring.

I remember one of my mates slagging me for going with S and he was doing it in front of his girlfriend so I couldn't really slag him back for being with the fat mess that he was with. I suppose I could have but I wouldn't do that to the girl. She doesn't deserve abuse because of her idiot boyfriend and he was a bit bitter because S had rejected him. A girl may sleep around but she's just as entitled to freedom of choice as all the rest of us. I've seen some guys take it real bad when a so-called slutty girl rejects them because the idea of being rejected by a supposed slut is inconceivable to them.

There are a few Nice Guys who frequent this thread. You can easily tell who they are by the ratings they give to certain posts. I've always been a bit of a shy guy rather than a Nice Guy. In my own experience I've found getting to know a girl as a friend before becoming partners has worked best for me. Can't get out the friendzone? Have you ever tried? Have you even had a girl that was a friend in the first place?

Protip: if your going to :powerlevel:, just keep it short and to the point

Example: I dated a slut because sex was good and easy

No one's going to care and you don't look :autism:
 
Gentle rape, I just found it it r/niceguys but damn, it might blur the lines from nice guy and psychopath.
Doesn't this man know that you don't rape hostages, you make them eat all the eggs?
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One time I met a fine ass lady. I told her how hot she was and we hit it off.

We went back to my place and before we could do the deed, she revealed she was a lesbian.

Before I could even process what she said to me @Cosmos barges into my room with a bunch of honey pots. She pushes me down on the floor, ties me up, sticks one of the pots on my head and forces me to listen to the two of them have a sticky and sweet scissoring session.

Then I heard @Fuck you jewish cunt bring in his Lammy doll, threw it into the mix and sat in the corner fapping.

Nice Guys like me get cucked all the time. ; '(

Fucking Stacies are the worst!

The honey tasted nice at least...
 
I recently stumbled across a man called Heed and Succeed through his guest appearance on FaceandLMS' videos. The way he goes on about himself I was expecting Quasimodo. Apart from being a bit overweight he looked pretty normal to me. His downfall though is that he is very bitter towards/about girls. A good point in Cosmos' last post was made about how if you can't love or be happy with yourself you can't expect anyone else to love you. Heed's bitterness and self loathing is ripping right of of him.

He's also totally fixated on height. Maybe things are different in the States but I've never noticed shortness to be a big issue for anyone here. A girl I used to go out with who is the same height as me (5' 10") told me that she's been taller than most of her previous boyfriends. According to Cosmopolitan magazine though girls on average like a guy to be at least 6 inches taller than themselves. I take anything written in that magazine with a pinch of salt. Same magazine said that guys go for body shape first and face prettiness last, which I think is nonsense.
 


I don't get why they always come away with cowardly stuff in their roleplay like *hands start sweating, or *blushes and looks nervous or in this case *hides behind corner?

Stuttering, sweating and cowardly how sexy. I'd love to see someone respond to this just to see how they'd react if they actually manged to get a date out of this chat up style.
 
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How much of a tone deaf fucking loser do you have to be to sperg about your lack of a girlfriend and about how all women want men who treat them like shit on an article about a murdered mother of three young girls?
Was "Ted Bunny" his kawaii fursona?
 
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