I once punched a woman in the head.
She didnt seem to like that either.
These bitches need to make up their mind what they want!
While I realize you're kidding...
First things first. The usual disclaimer applies. There are guys who simply happen to be nice. Whoever they are, well they’re alright. I guess. Then there are Nice Guys. These bad seeds are not alright. Oh no, not at all.
How does one tell the difference between the former and the latter?
If a guy has ever said or thought anything remotely like “I’m a Nice Guy, so why don’t women like me more?”, then he is probably a Nice Guy. If he is angry and resentful at women who rejected him even though he was so nice to them, then he is definitely a Nice Guy.
A lot of people try to explain why women hate Nice Guys, and come up with reasons like “Well, it’s because they’re not assertive enough, they lack confidence etc”. Maybe. But it seems like an inadequate explanation to me, and only part of the story.
The real reason we hate Nice Guys is because they’re not actually nice. At all.
It’s a facade. An act.
But not a very good act. I mean, you can always tell there’s something a bit off about their “niceness”.
I'm sure this will have no more effect on "Nice Guys" than it has when umpteen other women have said it, but once more for the record: Guys, you are not being rejected because you are too nice. Niceness is a positive characteristic. I doubt any straight woman -- even the kind with a stated preference for "bad boys" -- has ever said to herself, "Hmm, I'd be really into this guy if he weren't so compassionate, thoughtful, and respectful. If he'd just dick me around and insult me a little more, I'd want to rip his clothes off." If you get rejected by every woman you approach, the problem could be a million different things, but I guarantee it's not that you're just too kind for your own good. We tell you you're "nice" because we don't want to be rude, we don't want to risk your aggression, and most of all, we want you to leave us alone.
George Sodini knew he wasn't really a nice guy. He knew there was something "blatantly wrong" with him. He wished someone would tell him what it was. But who's going to say, "You seem to have a really deep hatred of women, and some serious rage issues, and a ludicrously overblown sense of entitlement, and I'm guessing you'd need about a hundred years of therapy before you'll be ready for a healthy relationship"? Certainly not any woman he approached at a bar, who only wanted him to go away as quickly as possible and without incident. Nor friends who, by all accounts, kept pulling away until he had none anymore. Probably not his family, whom he professed to despise. So that left R. Don Steele, whose best advice was, "Nice Guy Must Die."
