"What happened to all the nice guys?" -- Annotated
There's this awful rant going around right now by a self-proclaimed Nice Guy and about how chicks didn't like him, so he's a jerk now. Or something. It seems to fundamentally misunderstand what "nice" means, and also it's really misogynistic. Chris the Might God King breaks it down old school on the rant and spanks the author silly.
I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I’d take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven’t figured it out.
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What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
That’s not a resentful beginning at all!
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going out,
Hey, wait, I know that guy! It was that guy down the street! The one who buys a lot of porn!
Seriously, who the fuck “tags along” with a girl when she goes shopping? If I want to hang out with somebody because I like the person, I do. I don’t expect to earn, like, extra points or something because she’s buying girl stuff (and that’s the implication in this little rant: “I was so good to you because I went along and did all the stupid crap you like when I could have been at home playing World of Warcraft”). If you like the person’s company, then that is its own reward. I’ve gone shopping with girls plenty of times, because I love used bookstores and I like company, and gosh darnit if that isn’t fun all by itself even if I don’t get any pussy afterwards.
And if you want more, then you actually have to try and make sure that the other person knows you want more, which doesn’t happen if you act like an expectant jackass who thinks if he spends enough time standing around awkwardly with his hands in his pockets while that girl he wants to fuck tries on dresses in… okay, I am honestly blanking on the name of a store that specifically sells nice dresses, but that’s probably because I don’t bother to be a whiny little kiss-ass and follow girls around when they go shopping… anyway, said guy figures if he does this enough, suddenly the Fuck Switch gets flipped. Except it doesn’t work that way, because that’s, you know, misogynistic.
How is this shit hard to figure out?