Once she's firmly rejected them, most of these self-proclaimed Nice Guys settle for insulting the girl and then looking for another unsuspecting target for their obsession.
Then there are the guys whose lives seem to depend on getting the last word in. The guys whose egos are so gargantuan and yet so frail that the most gentle rebuff can compel them to deliver a smug lecture about the feeble-mindedness of the woman who's rejected them. Like they think they're Hannibal. Come to think of it, that may not be a bad comparison to draw. Doctor Lecter and the woman who's forced to listen to his sinister monologue are separated from each other by prison bars, much like the Nice Guys and their miladies are often separated by the screens of their computers.
Then there are the guys whose lives seem to depend on getting the last word in. The guys whose egos are so gargantuan and yet so frail that the most gentle rebuff can compel them to deliver a smug lecture about the feeble-mindedness of the woman who's rejected them. Like they think they're Hannibal. Come to think of it, that may not be a bad comparison to draw. Doctor Lecter and the woman who's forced to listen to his sinister monologue are separated from each other by prison bars, much like the Nice Guys and their miladies are often separated by the screens of their computers.