There's a huge difference between a nice guy and a "nice guy." Actual nice guys treat women with respect simply because they're human beings and all humans should be treated with respect unless they prove themselves to be terrible people. The "Nice Guy" is a whole other monster. "Nice guy" always has an ulterior motive. "Nice guy" isn't nice to women because they're human, he's nice because he wants something in return - and he often flips out in scary ways when he doesn't get it.
One Reddit user asked women to share their worst "nice guy" stories. We only selected a few, but this list could go on for days. It seems most women have at least one awful "nice guy" story - and that's indicative of a HUGE problem ... but that rant is for another article. For now just kick your feet up and enjoy the cringe.
Some entries have, as always, been edited for language and clarity.
When I was in college, there was this guy that hung around my friend group. No one actually knew which one of us brought him in, so maybe he just decided to crash, who knows. But he was creepy. He hit on ALL the girls in the group aggressively and whine DAILY about how we should just give him a chance to show us "how a lady should be treated". We usually just rolled our eyes, although a few of the guys took him aside on separate occasions and told him to knock it off.
He also went way over the top in a lot of ways. He'd bring the girls flowers or memorize their favorite candy/soda/snacks and present them as a "token of his great affection" (yep, he called it that). He had a bad habit of insisting, like legit would not take no for an answer, on walking the women wherever we needed to go. Myself and my best friend at the time both told him his behavior was creepy.
There were three women in the "core" group, and five others who were close enough that they'd show up at LAN parties or whatever we were doing. He asked every single one of us out at least 50 times. Every single time we said no, he'd go off on this awful tirade about how women didn't want nice guys, and how we should just be open to the possibility of him being "the love of our lives". It did not matter how many times we told him we were not interested, not attracted, or IN RELATIONSHIPS.
Sophomore year, a new girl joined the group. For whatever reason, she liked our Nice Guy. A lot. Weird. But he wasn't in to her at all. A few of us started using his own BS rhetoric against him when he began whining about her not leaving him alone. It was pretty gross.
Mom Encouraged Him
Anyhow, nothing ever happened and I got a boyfriend until I was 23 at which time we broke up.
This is when Mr nice guy swooped in showing up at my house with flowers and gifts unannounced. I never gave him my address....he asked MY MOM. Then he would notice I posted I had a cold on Facebook and would show up with cold medicine and soup. Which would be nice if I had ANY interest in him but I didn't. He would look where I checked into on FB and COINCIDENTALLY just be there. I felt bad being like "dude STOP" because my mom invited him to every family function and I didn't want to make things weird.
It hit the pinnacle when he got a job where I worked just to be closer to me and he told everyone we were dating. Spoiler alert- we were definitely NOT. I flipped out on him and told him he was creepy and that after all these years he never took the hint after me never answering his calls/texts or taking him up on his relentless attempts to take me out to dinner. I quit my job and moved, blocked him on everything and had a firm conversation with my mom about keeping him away from me. She was upset and made excuses for him but ultimately obliged.
Years later I'm now married with a baby and he still relentlessly pursues me if he sees me in public.
He wanted to impress upon me what a good guy he was, and he was also too scared to ask me out like a normal person. He killed two birds with one stone by having his "split personality" tell me it really wanted to kill me, but Nice Guy was bravely holding it back because he liked me so much. Obviously I fell head over heels immediately. Not.
I have a client who hits on me. He knows I am married because he mentions it. He also lashes out verbally if I say things he doesn't like, which is truly scary. He is 55+, never moved out of his parent's house, and spends his mom's money for everything. She is in her 80's and works two jobs to pay for his toys. One day, she came in with him to see if there was anything we could do to get his bills lower since she is struggling, and he started lashing out at her. "Shut the F*ck up. SHE ISN'T TALKING TO YOU!" and "YOU'RE STUPID!! SHUT UP!" I felt honestly worried for his mom.
Anyway, he would purposely let his insurance lapse so he would have an excuse to come in and sign a form so he could talk to me. He was very blatant about it as well. He always threw his mom under the bus for not "paying his bills" but then would talk about how he bought this or that and then would say "I know I should've paid that insurance, but I couldn't pass up a chance to come say hi to you."
One time, he said he couldn't come in until Saturday to sign the form and asked if I could make arrangements to be there on the weekend instead. I told him we were closed. My coworker, and elderly man of 60+ said he would be here if I had the forms ready. The guy got angry and said he wanted me to be here on Saturday, alone, and that I should cancel my plans and be here no matter what. My mind got stuck on the "alone" part and I told him I couldn't do it but that I would be back on Monday (with a full staff, just in case).
One day, he called to use his mom's credit card to pay his bill. I didn't answer the phone right away because I had another client with me. He keeps calling over and over and over again. Finally, after the client left, I picked up the phone and he started yelling at me. I asked him why he was so upset and he said "I COULDN'T GET YOU ON THE PHONE TO PAY MY BILL SO I USED THE MONEY TO BUY BASEBALL CARDS!!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! NOW I CANNOT PAY MY INSURANCE! THIS! IS! YOUR! FAULT!!" then slammed the phone down on me.
Just this past month, his vehicle broke down, so he had to go buy another one. His mom went with him. He had insufficient credit, so his mom had to buy it under her name. I told them I could not add the vehicle to the policy since the vehicle was not titled to him. We would have to cancel the policy and she would need to put it on her insurance plan, which was with a different agency.
Finally! I was free!
Until he came in last week to sign the cancellation form, a document that is time-stamped. When he arrived and I didn't have the form already printed out, he went off on me right there. 'YOU SHOULD'VE HAD THIS FORM READY!" and claimed I was being incompetent. I told him it was a time-stamped form and that the document is not generated until the client is sitting in front of me and ready to cancel because it has to be signed that moment. He signed the form and stomped off. I felt relief that I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore until he came back in the door and said "Btw, let me know when you break it off with your husband! I might have to come back and get insurance from you again."
I let me husband know everything, just in case.
TL;DR: Client of mine blames women for everything, hits on me, and tries to catch me in my office alone.
I was friends with a coworker. We had hung out a few times socially after work and got along well but it never really occurred to me to wonder if he was interested in me. At that point in my life I did not get a lot of male attention, and honestly was pretty cringey myself, but that's for a different thread.
Anyway we were walking side by side and I guess he went to put his arm around me. It surprised me (like that 'someone is tapping you on the opposite shoulder' trick) and I turned abruptly. He took it as incredibly rude, gave me an angry lecture about leading people on and how disgusting you make someone feel when you literally flinch from their touch, and called me a b*tch. Uh... sorry for my reflexes?
About a week later another friend came to me at work to let me know that guy was telling everyone I was a whore who was sleeping my way through the department. Nice!
The dumbest part was that I probably would have gone on a date with him if he'd asked--I just had no idea he was thinking along those lines. Bullet dodged!
Happens To Men, Too
I worked with a gay guy for a 5 month period. I was only at the job temporarily and he was nice and wasn't weird at first. I am sure he was interested because he kept commenting on my body, like if I would scratch my arm he would mention that I was 'showing my arm and flexing.'
I made it known I wasn't gay at all and he didn't take my declines nicely.
I eventually moved back home as the temp job was over with. I had to make up a lie about getting rid of my phone and deleting my social media to focus on my life. Blocked him on social media but this was before you could just easily block someone's number. He would text me randomly even though I told him I 'got rid' of my phone. Really gave me chills even having to remember something from years ago.
"A Man Not A Whale"
"Nice Guy" who worked down in HR. (Was completely incompetent too but that's another story.)
Anyway, he'd come up with excuses to come see all the single women in the building. He'd stand too close to you. Sometimes he'd stand in your doorway and just stare for a while without saying anything. Always very creepy when you'd look up and there'd he'd be.
He liked to ask incredibly personal and invasive questions. He'd complain to anyone who listened about how women just didn't want a "nice guy" like him. He faked being into several different religions trying to pick up a "good girl" because he didn't want a smoker or drinker (despite being both those things himself) and wanted a virgin who wasn't a "fatty" because he was a "man not a whale" (he was tubby himself.)
He also believed that if he met up with a group that had women in it, those women were dating him. And he'd get very mad if said women paid more attention to another man in the group than him, sometimes just get up and leave.
One Friday a group of workers were going out for drinks after work. He invited himself along, so one of the women in the group said, "See you there!" He decided this meant they were dating. Then when she didn't pay attention to him much during the night and talked more to her new, male coworker - he just got mad and left without a word.
Nobody knew what happened to make him leave. Until the rumor mill started up because he told everyone that his female coworker had "cucked" him (his fancy word for cuckolding) that night.
Stalking You For Your Own Good
In college, I played a lot of online video games. I posted on forums related to these games often. One guy, we'll call him Bob, decided to show me how careless I'd been with my personal information. This lead to a phone call, on a number I never provided, during which he told me what dorm I lived in, at what campus, as well as information from public records regarding my family. On this call he told me how easy it would be for him to get there. This was quite frightening, and when I put him on blast publicly for it, he stated he was "trying to show me how careless I'd been" and prove a point so I would be more careful and how he was just trying to protect me.
Years later, I went to a group meet-up with a bunch of people from this forum with a guest I knew already, and he called me, on the same number (should've changed it) to ask me to wait for him outside, because he knew what I looked like. My guest and I met up with everyone and pretty quickly left.
Mom, Vomit and Frank Sinatra
A waiter at a restaurant left his number on my bill and asked me on a date. I was single and agreed because we had mutual friends who vouched for him and he seemed nice.
Night of the date, he shows up to my house absurdly overdressed (there was a vest involved) with a single rose that he presented to me. He took me to a basketball game, and the second I sat down the stranger to my left just says "Oh, you must be L! We've heard so much about you." Turns out the two people sitting to my left were not strangers but in fact HIS MOTHER AND FATHER. We then go to dinner, he turns white as a ghost and excuses himself to the restroom for maybe 30 minutes. At this point I start to worry and get the check. He then comes back looking incredibly unwell and I say, clearly you're ill, don't worry about taking me home -- I'll grab a cab. He wasn't having it and insisted on taking me home because he had another "surprise" planned for me. There's a road that has famous views where I live, and he took the road to one of the lookout points, parked the car, and turned on Cheek to Cheek by Frank Sinatra. He got out and asked me to dance with him, and I said we should just look at the view. Then he proceeded to vomit absolutely everywhere. I shrieked and jumped back into the car to avoid him vomiting all over me. He takes me home and then calls me an hour later to tell me it was the best night of his life.
I tried to tell him I wasn't interested but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He claimed I would never find anyone who treated women like queens the way he did, said I would never find anyone more chivalrous, and dropped off a letter at my home in the middle of the night that contained the most horrible things anyone has ever said to me. He also had a major affinity for three-piece suits and porkpie hats. Fun times.
Dumping The Boyfriend For YouGiphy
A guy tried to take my phone and use it to text my then-boyfriend that we were over. When confronted, nice guy said my boyfriend didn't treat me right, or else we wouldn't be doing long distance this was during college, and he was 1.5 hours away by train.
When I obviously got mad, he called me a b*tch, a whore, and an idiot for not realizing what I had in front of me. Cue 3 days of emo/angsty facebook statuses with me tagged in them. I block him. He cries about why we aren't friends anymore, I ask him to give me some time and we can try again. 1.5 days later, dick pic. When I didn't respond to that, he sent me a long, handwritten letter about how perfect my body and how he would treat me like a princess, especially in bed.
Weekly Updates And International Roaming Charges
I was dating a guy who had 3 roommates: 2 normal people who I was friends with and Dave.
The 2 normal roommates were old friends of mine and were dating. I worked M-F and Jay, my boyfriend, worked T-Sat. Our usual arrangement was I would drive out after work Friday and drive home Sunday night. This allowed me to spend Saturdays with my friend. I'd typically arrive a little before Jay got off work and I'd have the house pretty much to myself since my friend and her boyfriend also worked.
Dave worked night shift, so he was usually asleep. Soon I noticed that when I got there, Dave not only was awake but he'd come out and greet me in the driveway. He wouldn't ask if he could carry my stuff, he'd just grab it out of my trunk but he would never take it to Jay's room. Then he'd follow me to wherever I went to sit and tell me everything that Jay did that week. This went on for a month until he comes out and tells me that Jay doesn't deserve me and he's going to hurt me and I really belong with a nicer guy. Someone more like him.
I told him this conversation was over. He'd drop it....for a week. The next time I saw him he'd tell me all the "shady" things Jay had done that week. One time he told me he'd heard Jay on a "very intimate" phone call on a Monday when I was at work. Which I knew about because I was the person on the other end of the line. Dave's behavior at this point had everyone in the house so pissed off that they all ignored him.
This guy would not stop. At one point I was on a 2 week vacation with my parents in Canada. My phone rings and my friend's (Jay's roommate) name came up on my cell phone's caller ID. This worried me because she knew I was out of the country and would only call if it was an emergency. Thinking something bad had happened, I answered - international roaming be damned.
It was Dave.
He "borrowed" my friend's phone to call me and tell me that a female had come to the house and she and Jay were all dressed up when they left. I told Dave that was Carrie, Jay's cousin. They were dressed up because they were going to their grandfather's funeral. And then proceeded to tear him a new as$hole over the phone for his behavior.
About a month later Jay and the normal roommates found a new place. Dave was not invited to join them.
A List Of Complaints
I was working as a nurse assistant in a nursing home. There was a MUCH older man that worked in the kitchen, like 30+ years older than me. He would always tell me how beautiful I looked and give me long hugs. It felt creepy but I honestly thought he was just trying to be nice in an older fatherly type way. I didn't want to make things awkward since he worked the same shift as me so I put up with it.
One day, he asked what my favorite coffee was. I told him nonchalantly thinking it was just a conversation starter. Later during my shift HE BROUGHT me that coffee. He walked to a coffee shop during his break and bought it for me. At this point I started realizing he's being too friendly and my instincts were right.
I kept refusing as he insistently shoved it at me. When I was refusing, he pretended he didn't understand what I was saying because of a language barrier. He's from China but has lived in the states since he was a kid!! I felt so uncomfortable and was tired of trying to explain myself and have him dismiss me so I just took the coffee.
Shortly after that, he brought a box of chocolate to work for me. Once again I kept refusing but he insisted it was for me, he didn't like chocolate and wouldn't eat it. After that I mentioned that I was married with a toddler. He had a disgusted face - not at me being married but having a child and asked me why I had a child so young. I was 25 when this happened, and had a 2 1/2 year old at the time.
Later on I was visiting with some residents in the activity room and he came in to talk to me. He started talking about how good my body was, how he couldn't tell I had a child.
He then grabbed my butt.
I tried to turn away and he let go, but then he continued talking about how tight my butt is and how perfect my boobs were, after looking straight at my chest he then swung his arm behind me and grabbed my butt again, bringing me into him. I felt so violated. I spent months thinking this was just some innocent overly nice fatherly type guy, but he was just grooming me. I told my supervisor who immediately told the director of the facility. Within 20 minutes he was fired and I never saw him again.
The next day the director called me into her office and said she had several complaints against this employee and as soon as she heard my story and saw how he was escalating she knew she had to fire him immediately. I was so scared after that, every shift I walked out to my car late at night I thought he'd be out there.
1. Him bragging to other women employees about him hiring prostitutes and treating them to Olive Garden before having sex with them.
2. Him viciously attacking another female employee, calling her "fat" "stupid" etc, in front of their boss and other peers.
Those are just the complaints I heard from my friends after this happened, who knows what else he did.
I knew this kid in high school who was a massive anime fan - like the bad kind that gives everyone else who likes anime a bad name. Also he claimed he was a germaphobe. I was the only girl in our class group and a pretty shy anime fan myself, so I became target number one. According to him:
"if he doesn't make me his wife people will think he's a homo." (I wish I was kidding.)
Teachers and students told him to back off, but he always started back up. Eventually I aggressively told him to "back the fuck off." Of course he started calling me names and claimed I was being an "ice queen" and a bitch. He then asked why I wasn't interested in him - as if his behavior wasn't enough. I said:
"You claim to be afraid of germs, yet you smell like you haven't bathed in a month and you won't stop touching me!"
Then he started claiming he was a vampire.
Explaining Your Role In Life
Had a guy once tell me that I was "not doing my duty as a woman" by not having sex and getting pregnant to give a man his babies, He claimed that was my "role" in life.
There was further outrage expressed when I went on to explain that not only was I single, not 'sexing it up', not a mother, and not PLANNING on being a mother - but also that I'm a daycare educator that cares for other people's children. I told him I love my job and don't plan on having kids so that I can continue caring for these kids I love. He was livid. Like, screaming at me in anger. Fairly sure the words slut and whore were used several times.
I also dared to mention I live with a guy who I'm not, nor have I ever had any interest in - and was told that if he (the angry guy) was my roommate; he would not allow me to work in that industry and I would be having his baby. According to him, there's "no way" my roommate doesn't want to have sex with me. He told me "every guy wants to f*ck every girl he knows, it's biology."
I told him that if my roommate had really been spending the last 10 years of our friendship with me just to sleep with me - he's pretty f*cking patient. That just made angry dude more angry.
No Such Thing As A Free RideGiphy
I used to get public transport home from university each day. I made friends with a guy who shared most of my classes and it turned out he lived quite near me. One lecture finished late and he offered to drive me home so I didn't have to get public transport alone at night. I thanked him profusely, as I really didn't feel safe alone at night. All went well.
Couple days later I was leaving uni and he offered again, I told him he didn't need to, but he waved it off and said he was happy to. Over the next semester he made a habit of offering to drop me home whenever we ended the day with a class together. When I tried to offer to pay for petrol or pay for his lunch as a thank you, he would just reiterate that he really didn't mind and he was happy to do it.
One day when he's driving me home he seems to be in a really bad mood. Gripping the steering wheel really tightly and only replying with single monosyllabic words. When we get to my house I ask if he's ok. He doesn't reply so I go to get out of the car, then he angrily says:
"are you EVER going to invite me inside!?"
I must have said something like "huh?"
Coz he then yells:
"I've been giving you free rides for MONTHS and you've never invited me in afterwards! Are we EVER going to have sex??"
I was so surprised and shocked I think i just got out of the car and walked away. This guy, who I thought was my friend, who I had offered to pay for the rides, thought he was entitled to sex because he had voluntarily been offering me rides.
To reiterate: I offered to pay him for the rides. I never asked for a ride (he always offered and even insisted) and he had never asked me out on an actual date. I had no idea he thought of me that way.
I felt so betrayed. Made it worse when he then told our mutual uni friends that I had been stringing him along and using him for free rides.
The "Concealed Nice Guy"
Through four years of high school I had a solid group of friends. A concealed nice guy was one of them. We shared similar likes, similar classes, had back-and-fourth banter and inside jokes. I was never attracted to him for a single minute, and he never flirted, asked me out, or declared himself until the last week of senior year when he confessed he "always loved me." Being young and stupid and wanting to salvage a friendship, I dismissed his feelings gently and with humor, giving him the "let's be friends" speech.
He refused to let it go and kept demanding the relationship continue to the next level because "it was time" and we had so much in common. He joked we were like a couple already. I had to ghost him after that because it was so uncomfortable.
Months later, I gave him another chance and began talking to him again - and the love declarations started again. I had to drop him again. Every conversation ended with declarations and obsessed confessions.
He started making a pattern out of this. To reintroduce himself the next time he would create fake profiles as other guys, flirt or solicit sex and gauge my reaction. Then would come his big reveal like "It was me the whole time!" sort of thing. I told him we could not be in contact anymore, then silence for months.
Later, in college, we did start being friends again because I figured he would have been over it by this point. Bad idea, I know this now, I was stupid. He started posting publicly on my Facebook wall. His first public post was: "Will you marry me?"
It was my sophomore year of college when he began posting publicly about how much in love he was, our imminent future marriage, our three children (I would have them early), the fact that he would go to graduate school and I would raise them (huh?)
Detailed plans of our future life together were posted to my Facebook. He even changed his relationship status. Multiple rejections later and he said he was becoming an alcoholic because of me and that he would kill himself if I didn't save him (right). Ultimately, I severed that whole connection completely because of how emotionally draining it was.
The Rollerblade Escape
My fiance was invited to a class reunion by a "nice guy." He made it seem like a large event only for her to find out they are the only ones. This freaks her out immediately, but it gets worse. Nice guy proceeds to tell her that he has a female persona as well since he has two souls living within him. She quickly decided she had enough and wanted to leave. He offered to walk her home, she declined. Obviously. So "nice guy" follows her until she can get enough speed on her rollerblades to get away from him.
I let my friend stay over after the bar, he was drunk and lived pretty far away. He told me he loved me and after being rejected slept on the floor in front of my bedroom door.
Getting Over A Breakup
We were close, close friends for around five years so I genuinely trusted this dude with all of my being. Just got out of an engagement/ four year relationship so he took it upon himself to assume life had thrown him an opportunity. As far as he was concerned this was his chance to "fix" me.
He literally did things like: throw away entire packs of cigarettes so I wouldn't smoke since I had just started stress smoking. He would pour out my beer when I wasn't looking. He made constant snarky comments about me smoking weed on weekends. He insisted all of it was for my own good. For sure they were vices but I wasn't abusing any of them.
He insisted that the thing I needed after my relationship ended wasn't cigarettes, weed or alcohol: oh no, it was HIM. After he became aggressive sexually I cut him off.
It sucked, we were always really close.
Chronic Nice Guy SyndromeGiphy
I had a guy get fired from my work for kissing the hands of female customers. He would actually say "thank you for your patronage, my lady." The first time someone called about it my manager thought it was a prank but it happened like 6 more times and they fired him over it.
The same guy gave me a ride home once and when he unlocked his car, I opened the passenger door and he like angrily walked over and slammed it shut. He then smiled at me very hard and said "ladies should NEVER have to open their own doors." And then opened it for me and gestured for me to sit inside.
Another girl asked him for a ride once and he said sure, but then she ended up not needing it and canceled. She offered to give him some money anyway, as a friendly gesture, and he told her "wow, so I put away my plans for the day to be nice to a girl and this is all I get? No. How about you buy me lunch for the next week." And actually made her do it.