How To Get Back At A Guy

Information technology's a safe bet that every adult female has encountered "Mr. Nice Guy." He's a guy whobelieves he'southward nice. In fact, heinsists on it. He may even act nice, simply it'due south never more than than an human action, and the fake niceness goes abroad as soon equally a woman tells him she'south non interested.

Guys like this seem to call up that women are vending machines. If they spend enough kindness coins, then they deserve a date, a relationship or intimacy in return. They tend to go a flake crazy when they notice out they're not entitled to a woman's body and time but because they be.

If Prissy Guy buys a adult female a beverage, she should become dwelling house with him, and a daughter who is polite is evidently interested. Overnice Guys constantly mutter about getting friend-zoned — every bit though friendship is some kind of penalization. At best, these guys are annoyances. At worst, they're dangerous. Nice Girls exist too, of course, so both women and men have had to suffer these fools.

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(No) Thank U, Next

My worst Nice Guy feel was probably the creepy mid-50s man who harassed me for months and finally made his big move by telling me he liked my pheromones. So he mansplained what pheromones are and got very angry when 19-year-old me turned him down. He told me that what I needed was a good feel. Yes, no thanks, you gross debauchee.

As shortly equally 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 date me. Then one dark he freaked out on me because he was, "But Well-nigh TO Inquire ME OUT!" Then he told me that my fiancé was going to dump me anyhow, so I might as well cutting my losses early and go out with him instead. So, instead, I cutting my losses with the Prissy Guy, moved in with my fiancé and have been blissfully happy e'er since.

Paying the Troll Toll

I had recently moved back into my parents' business firm after a long, toxic relationship. I started dating again and met a guy on OkCupid. He was mostly a admirer and polite, although he seemed a trivial lonely because he was from out of state and hadn't made a lot of friends yet. We had been hanging out regularly for several weeks and hadn't actually discussed where we were headed, what our expectations were, etc. I was still seeing other people and assumed we were casual.

Obviously, he saw things a lot more seriously. I posted a photo of myself at a museum that was obviously taken by someone else, and he contacted me every bit shortly equally he saw it to ask who I was with. When he found out it was a guy, he was very upset and literally started screaming at me. Plain, he considered me his girlfriend.

He was livid, and it was scary. He said he wanted me to pay him back for the money he spent hanging out with me (getting food and driving me thirty minutes each way to hang out at his house). He said he was coming to my firm that night to collect information technology.

I agreed to get out $100 nether the chump if he never talked to me or came to my house ever again, and he agreed. He got off work tardily at night, like around midnight, and when he collected his coin 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 as he ran away screaming.

I'm pretty sure I got a prank call from his roommate a few days afterward, and then I blocked all possible forms of contact.

Sacre Bleu, a Nice Guy in Paris

I was in Paris for the weekend, and the friend I was meeting in the metropolis wouldn't be there for a few hours, so I just went to sit in front of the Eiffel Belfry and sketch for a while. Soon subsequently I sat down, a guy came and sabbatum down about 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 requite up. I eventually stopped blatantly ignoring him and took out my headphones, hoping for a few minutes of stilted and awkward conversation at most.

He would not go out me alone. He talked about his graduate program, how he was looking for a adult female, how smart he was, how he traveled so much, and a load of other personal glorification of how swell he was. I told him repeatedly that I was enjoying my lonely time, that I had a young man, that I'm non in the mood for chatting with anyone, etc. He brushed it off like I hadn't said a thing.

And so, I went back to working, ignoring him as he talked at me. I didn't know the city well, and I don't speak French, so I wasn't groovy on wandering around by myself. Maybe 15 minutes later, I couldn't take information technology anymore and got up to move, and he followed me across the park. I told him I wanted to exist alone, which didn't help at all. When I got upwardly to leave again, he tried to rip my cartoon out of my sketchbook because I had "drawn it for him."

Somehow, I managed to walk off quickly with my cartoon and wandered around by myself until my friend arrived.

Luncheon 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 aforementioned style and would be much more comfortable merely remaining friends. He said he was okay with this, and things almost went back to normal, but he started beingness more than withdrawn. Then 1 solar day at lunch he was sitting against a wall all lone pouting, and I came over to encounter if he was okay, and he told me that his low was then much worse lately, and he was but feeling and then suicidal and that "I wouldn't want to end myself if a girl would e'er actually like me back…" Information technology took all of my self-command not to end 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 peachy time (and I was really inebriated). The adjacent day when my friend and I were talking nearly the rave and how messed upwards I was, he told me that I'm really lucky that he and his friends were good guys and that zilch happened to me. What?!

He Finishes Last 'Cause He'south Trash

I spent iii-and-a-half years, the last of which we lived together, with a self-proclaimed Nice Guy. In those years, we had fights consisting of him calling me every proper name you tin think of. I was accused of wanting to cheat on him constantly. I was constantly told I was stupid. I was told that my family unit was trash, and there were a couple physical altercations as well.

Finally, after numerous attempts to set up the bug and being given every alibi in the volume, I decided "running back to the trailer home" wasn't that bad of a deal. He goes off about how he's given me so much and put up with and then many things other guys wouldn't, including me having seizures in my sleep. He finishes information technology off with: "Just ya know, overnice guys always stop last."

Fragile Egos at Play

In college, I worked at the campus bookstore, and a guy would come through my line and make pocket-sized talk. He wasn't bad looking, just a little socially awkward. One day he asked me out while I was ringing him up. He looked so vulnerable continuing there, and in that location 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?

So, nosotros went out on a date to see a Hitchcock movie at a campus auditorium. I have no thought why, just he suddenly tried to jump over the row of seats and caught his human foot and went downwardly difficult. His nose was gushing blood, and he could barely walk on his talocrural joint. I was trying to help him, and he screamed, "Leave me solitary!" I asked him if he was sure because I wanted to stay and aid, simply he screamed calumniating profanity at me until I left.

I never saw him at the bookstore again. I still have no idea what his deal was.

Using Kindness as Control

My ex-boyfriend would keep tallies on how many "nice things" he did for me, and he used it confronting me when I didn't meet his standards. He used it as a way to control, manipulate and guilt me. I told him he was too controlling, and his response was "I've only never loved someone and then much, and I simply care about you a lot."

Yes, never over again.

Overnice Guy with a Twist

In loftier school, my best friend and I were friends with this Squeamish Guy. She worked with him, and we were into some of the same geeky stuff, but nosotros didn't have much else in common. He asked my friend out, and she politely told him no, saying she'd rather just be friends. He seemed to accept information technology well, and we all connected hanging out. Over the course of the side by side two years, he followed her effectually 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, always 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 and then he could win her pity. 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 back off. It concluded pretty anticlimactically.

We were both bored, so nosotros kept hanging out abroad 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 accept iii children.

Friends with Conditions

I've had a couple "prissy guys" that took FOREVER to merely leave me lonely, just the worst out of all of them was my all-time friend of four years dropping me like a hot tater considering I wouldn't date him. It took about two-and-a-half years after that to reconnect. Now he will answer when I call, just it won't e'er be like it was before.

He'll Be Right Here Waiting for You

I was considering dating i of my friends in college, merely I was getting cold feet and second thoughts. So, I went to spend some time alone and figure things out. I process better that way — y'all know, the nerdy, introverted type.

The lack of an immediate answer made him make up one's mind to institute himself outside my dorm room, and he didn't move for what must have been 8 or 9 hours, waiting for me.

This Guy'due south No Guitar Hero

I met a guy at Guitar Centre who was looking for stands of some sort. I foolishly and obliviously gave him my number and so I could text him the address of another music shop. We began talking about video games via text, and things were going pretty well until he asked me to exist friends with benefits.

Keep in mind that he already had a girlfriend and had told me that. I repeatedly said no, and he kept proverb things like, "I'll care for you lot with respect," and "I'm not a wiggle." Toward the end of our texting conversation, he said that I was lucky that he was fifty-fifty bothering me with his asking to be friends with benefits. I had to block him so he would exit me alone.

What a sweetheart.

A Thin Line Between Dear and Obsession

The worst Nice Guys are the ones who don't give up. It'due south one thing to turn someone down and take them back off, just I've had some people who refuse to give upwardly. I think a lot of them assume they will somewhen win you over like some kind of rom-com, simply it'southward unremarkably only creepy.

A guy who lived in my dorm during freshman year of college professed that he loved me one day, because it was killing him seeing me get close to another ane of our friends. I allow him downward, but he continued to pursue me for the next six months. He wrote me poems, played me songs that reminded him of me, and told me I'm cute and perfect in Italian (a language we share) when other people were nowadays.

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

The Nice Guy Blew Information technology

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

But then I wake upward to his text at 3 a.yard.: "I should have gone to bed hours agone. You lot RUINED MY Nighttime!" (Because I didn't go habitation with him?) This was followed by WEEKS of him bravado up my phone, asking me why I wasn't texting him back 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 unabridged family unit after he asked me out, and I turned him downwardly. He texted me a month later to repent and ask if we could still be friends.

A Pack of Squeamish Guys

I lived one building over from a guy friend in college, so it was like a two-minute walk to my apartment from his. There had been increased crime in the flat circuitous, and then when I was leaving a party at his apartment, he offered to walk me dwelling house, but in instance, because it was 2 a.m.

He went in for a kiss at my door, and I politely declined but thanked him for walking me. He was actually dainty nearly information technology, just when I saw all of his friends on campus the adjacent day, they were yelling that I "owed it to him to at to the lowest degree make out with him for being so prissy to me."

Ah yes, very swish guys. That's probably why nigh all of them were single.

An Element of Command

He was my ex. I stupidly agreed to go for a picnic with him a few weeks after we broke up. He absolutely insisted on existence a gentleman, and by "beingness a gentleman," I hateful treating me like a kid by taking the bottle out of my hand when I went to pour myself a drink so he could practise it. Every fourth dimension. It was the aforementioned when information technology 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 allow me.

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

Grief Counseling Gone Horribly Incorrect

The forenoon that my all-time friend took his own life (I was fifteen, he was 17), a boy in his grade came up to me in the cafeteria. He had previously been creepy with just near anybody I knew, merely it was a solemn day, so I figured fifty-fifty he would be normal. Nope.

He sat downwards and proceeded to tell me that he'd seen my friend's trunk 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 Saying No

I was joking with a "nice guy" friend about dating him and thought he was joking besides. He kissed me, and I didn't stop him at the moment. Subsequently that, I politely let him know that I wasn't interested in him. I afterward found out he told everyone we actually dated, I broke his heart, and I'thou addicted to intimacy.

Entitled, Buddy, Not Courageous

I'm a dude, but I'g going to become ahead and post my experience. There's a local bar that'south always packed on the weekends here where I alive (higher town). One Sat dark, my buddies and I are grabbing some drinks after watching a concert, and the place is packed. I'm noticing a total neck beard "prissy guy" following around a group of girls that are clearly way out of his league. I hateful this dude has the neck beard, the exposed belly and the anime shirt, and these chicks are perfect tens.

Normally, I root for the underdog, but in this situation, I could tell these girls were bothered by this guy, and he clearly wasn't getting the hint. The girls ended up behind u.s.a., and I could hear the guy begging for one daughter, in particular, to go home with him. "Come on. Are you serious? I'yard mode better than these guys hither. Just give me a chance."

I had to paw it to the guy, he had guts.

Existent Prissy Guys Don't Commit Assault

I was eighteen years old and had merely started dating. This guy met me at my part-fourth dimension job and said that I was really overnice and that he wanted to have me out on a date. I said sure.

So he picks me up in a Shelby Mustang. And he is really handsome. I feel like I've won the lottery. Nevertheless, right at that place… non even two seconds into our car ride he tries to pull over and assault me. I'thousand like… no. I push his mitt away and tell him that he needs to terminate trying to assault me or I will 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 every bit far as I peradventure can into a field.

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

Women Aren't Vending Machines

On my 21st birthday, we were in the club, and I'd had a little too much to drinkable. I went up to the bar for some water, just it was packed, so I just asked a dude who was about to be served if he could grab me some water with his drink. He did, and I said thanks and went dorsum 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 can explain that I'm done drinking or can fifty-fifty say cheers. I ended up only giving it to a male friend and forgetting about it for the balance of the night.

It hits iii a.thousand., and the club kicks everybody out, and as I'1000 standing outside waiting for my boyfriend to appear with our numberless, I'm approached by mystery drink dude. He but walks right up to me and says, "So are you coming back to my place this night then?"

I laughed and was similar "ARE YOU FOR Existent?" and he got mad. He genuinely idea I owed it to him to get dwelling house with him because he bought me a drink I didn't want. I tried to chill him out and explain that I was actually out with my young man, and he got even madder that I hadn't mentioned that until now. Behave in mind our but interaction was when I asked him for water. And at present suddenly I'm a lying, manipulative person who leads men on for my ain gain and and then denies them the intimacy they are owed.

Apparently, women are like vending machines. All you have to do it put drinks in, and you get intimacy out.

Captain Rebound Has No Inkling

My fellow of four years had merely broken up with me, and I was devastated. I had a guy friend in college that I was close to, and then ii days after the breakup, he asked me to hang out and become my mind off it. Nosotros went to a chain restaurant for dinner, and I constitute it odd that he kept insisting on paying — same thing for the movie we went to. I insisted he shouldn't, but he just whipped out his menu and paid.

Lo and behold, later that dark he tried to make a motion, eventually pretty much asking for intimacy. His reasoning? "You could at to the lowest degree requite me something. I mean I took you out to dinner and a picture show."

Gee, thank you. That's exactly what I want afterward I was betrayed by the dear of my life ii days agone: 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 understand how yous got to that signal with him, but y'all and I hang out all the time and haven't gotten shut."

When Entitlement Becomes Violent

He asked for my number after buying me a potable. I didn't know him or even notice him until he walked up with a drink in hand. I said I was in a relationship (I was), and he started ranting and raving about how when "a nice guy buys y'all a drink, you give him the time of day." I got up and started walking away, he threw the bottle at me.

High School Never Ends

Get-go guy I ever dated was effectually xv. I told him I was still figuring things out and wanted to take things tedious. He showed up with a dozen roses on our second date. I told him information technology was likewise much, and I was uncomfortable, simply he refused to take them back. We hung out a few times, but I simply wasn't that into him. I said I didn't want to keep dating, and we should just be friends.

He said okay, just then he gave me a "goodbye" book that had jewelry hidden inside, and he refused to take that back too. If he texted, I kept things friendly and jokey, never saying anything romantic. I tried to avoid him and even sent him a garbage verse form as merely teen me could write to tell him to forget about me considering I liked someone else (which was true).

Old later, information technology'south prom season. He asks another girl, but then he finds out I haven't been asked yet, and then he offers to dump her for me. I say information technology won't be fair to her and refuse. (I also really don't want to go with him, merely 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 besides turned out subsequently to be a jerk. (Oh, well. It still wouldn't have driven me into my beginning date'southward arms.

Years after, when we are both in college, I become dwelling for a reunion. A daughter asked me, "Hey, first date used to talk to me virtually you. I ever wondered, why were yous leading him on?"

A Venti Nice Guy with Extra Table salt

I'm a barista. I had a regular ask me out a while back. He's kind of a creepy guy who has a reputation for being a "starer," and he likes to try to make small talk with the women at that place, fifty-fifty when they're manifestly busy doing their jobs. I try to avoid talking to him as much as I tin, but he seems mostly harmless.

When I rejected him, he went on this tirade near how all women are shallow, and I but turned him downward because he's a bigger fellow. Note that I'm engaged and wearable a ring, and then he was barking upwards the wrong tree in the outset place. I basically told him that he was the shallow ane because he merely asked me out because he thinks I'chiliad pretty, given that I'm not even nice to him. That close him up.

Stalker on Aisle V

I had a guy stalk me at the shop I work in. I piece of work alone likewise, which fabricated the whole thing creepier. He would come in occasionally and stay there for an 60 minutes. Even if someone else would come in, he'd just drift effectually the shop until they left so keep talking to me. I was similar 22 at the time, and he was hands in his tardily 30s.

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

So, the next time he comes in, he asks me out on a date. I say pitiful, no, I have a boyfriend. Then he goes on a xxx-minute rant nigh how women detest him, east's recently divorced, lone, etc. He was full on guilt tripping me as if it was my fault I was in a happy, committed human relationship. Yikes.

A Tedious Grinding Halt

He picked me up and took me to the embankment to become me out of my head and not be lonely with myself later on my friend committed suicide. When I turned away to stare out at the sea, he came up behind me and started grabbing me. I told him to stop and that I wanted to go home, as this was but making my mood worse. When we got to my house, he moved in for a hug farewell and immediately pulled my face upward to his and tried to full-on make out with me. Cheers for ruining a kind gesture with the assumption of getting intimate when I am grieving my friend'due south death.