And what exactly is the “Nice Guy”? It has always sounded like an insult to me.
Has anyone ever felt the mental whipping at the ever stinging compliment?
“You're a really nice guy.”?
I wonder what is so wrong in today's society that makes being nominated as such, a hinder, instead of a compliment?
I have always been a really nice guy. But the thing is some people think being nice correlates to being weak.
It does not.
I can tell you I get my way in life and am happy with the way people treat me most of the time.
To me being nice is like a mutual club. You do sometung for them and they in turn do the same for you. And you both feel really good from it. You both benefit.
Though for the sake of all young and upcoming pushovers, I want to point out- Im friendly enough, to a point. When someone tries to take advantage of that friendliness, then I bite them. And most people bitten by me will tell others not to fuck with me.
Yet the biggest problem I suffer- is being the nice guy when it comes to women.
I am truly the Prince Charming in the romantic world.
And yet. I have been without a woman I can name “my partner for real" my whole life.
I have always been too afraid to step in and be the romantic man women wanted. (That makes me the weak man. The one that won't step in and sweep a woman off her feet.)
Ive let the hurtful guys swamp the women I want; like a pack of wolves. I see it like a feeding frenzy, and will not take part. Women are not prey; they are not slabs of meat.
You men will forever have me point the way and say, “after you” when it comes to women. I will not ever fight for a woman like she is a piece of property.
And all for the vain hope, a woman who is meant for me will see through all the crass, evil sharks and be my “one true” love.
And so the more desirable women. The ones I want to know intimately- they are stolen by the guy that has the best attack plan; best lair, most Machiavellian manipulator, slimiest, most aggressive, most ruthless of us all.
I have eternally regretted the times when I really liked a girl and would sit by and watch, as complete assholes would charm them and steal them for testosterone forged inconsequential conquests.
That is the only time being a nice guy hurts.
Like they say. “Nice guys come last.”
In getting the ladies, I have ever been the one who has gone without- yet wondering if there is a woman out there, who is compatible with me. Who sees through all the bull- to a man, who really, ultimately is all she has ever wanted-
But in social situations and traffic stories, giving way is fine. Opening a door. Going last when you're in no hurry is fine. Ultimately, in doing something small that will really not put me out is fine.
Like NMK said. He cannot help being nice. NMK may be similar in he is built like that. Your parents may have given you the fundamental basics of please and thank you and helping. And the concept that when you help others- they help you back.
I am nice. It is my idealistic and core nature.
There is NOTHING wrong with it if you know how to use it.
But to an asshole; who will always try and use a nice guy's personality against them. (Who I will always recognize, like a lion recognizes a rat.) I will eat them alive.
And I will use them to fuel my continuous nicety