God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
This is but one of my experiences with a Nice Guy. I hope it illucidates what we’ve been trying to differentiate between Nice Guy Syndrome and a good man.
When I was in my early twenties I started a new part time job. At this job I met co-worker named Dave who was my same age. At first blush, Dave was funny, smart, nice (lower case “n”) and really liberal, which was awesome. I thought the things he did for me and the concern he showed was because we were friends. The things I did for him and the concern I showed him were because we were friends.
Dave and I became friends because we had so much in common and I genuinely like the guy. I was not interested in him romantically.
After awhile, and a bit into our friendship, Dave made it clear that he wanted to be my boyfriend. Man, that sucked. Because I had to have that talk where I very considerately and kindly told him all the things I really liked about him and how much I enjoyed being friends with him and how important he was to me, but I just didn’t share those feelings. It really sucked for me because I knew I’d be losing a friendship that I really enjoyed.
Now, if Dave had been upset for awhile and our friendship ended, that would have been understandable.
What Dave did, however, is react the way Nice Guys do. (This is the key to the Nice Guy distinction, so pay attention.) Dave wasn’t just hurt and dejected, he developed an entire plot of revenge and vengeance against me. He lied about me at work. He tried to get me fired. He spread rumors that I was a whore. He tried to get me involved in a discrimination lawsuit. He harassed me at home. He probably fucked with my car (I can’t prove it).
His rage against me was not at all in proportion to my romantic rejection of him. The level and intensity of his desire to see me really, really hurt in my life comes from that entitlement we’ve been talking about.
He’s not the only Nice Guy I’ve dealt with in my life, but he was the one I was most scared of. We’re talking about men who, when rejected romantically, react in a way that is over the top and out of line with the “risk” they’re taking. These are the ones that hate you for rejecting them, that need to denigrate you when you do. The ones that were so nice to begin with.
I first experienced this in eight grade. I kindly and considerately said no when a boy asked to go steady with me, and he reacted to telling all his friends what a skank I was. And for what? So he wouldn’t look like the loser. Someone’s gotta win and someone’s gotta lose, and if you don’t return my romantic feelings, then you are gonna pay for it, bitch.
Christ, does this help at all? These men/boys don’t do nice things for women because they like them. They do them because they expect something in return. When they don’t get it they react with anger and resentfulness and all kinds of blame on the object. They never ever just take rejection as painful but a part of life and move on. They get mad. And they get mad because they feel you owe them since they’ve done so much for you, or where so nice to you.
It’s like the guy who expects sex if he buys you dinner and is a dick about it, only worse.
Now that I’m older, I can spot a Nice Guy a mile away, but when you’re younger, you take their initial kindness at face value.