Dudes complain about being the nice guy. Nice guys don’t get laid. And jerks say they became jerks because no one paid them any mind while they were nice. Maybe so. But were you really a nice guy? Or were you a needy guy?
Because needy guys are just acting nice because they are afraid of bein left. It’s a tactic. And just like dudes can sniff out a desperate chick, we can sniff out a desperate dude. The behavior is pretty much the same. Constantly calling, constantly wanting attention and constant
ass kissing compliments; constantly wanting to know that they are the center of your Universe. Buying you those $100 pair of True Religion jeans on your second date. Looking at houses on your fourth date. Saying ‘I love you’ on the fifth date. They think that by being ‘nice’ they’ll butter you up and get what they want in return- YOUR CONSTANT APPROVAL AND ATTENTION and sucking the life out of you in a slow, slow death. A needy guy is manipulative. He’s trying to survive his codependency by makin you codependent too. Now that’s all well and good when you are wanting lots of attention, compliments or gifts. Just know that it all comes with a price. And you needy guys need to know that all you’re gonna get from me is a mouthful of sass and name-calling at arms length (unless you are filling those arms with clothes and stuff). 😉
A nice guy is a doormat. There’s a difference. The nice guy is usually nice to everyone- his boss, his friends, his family. They all usually take advantage or expect it. The nice guy may still do some of the above mentioned things, but he is uncomfortable about it. Because you are manipulating him and he’s not sure how to stop it. Why? Because he’s nice and doesn’t wanna slap a ho. And at the end of the day, a woman doesn’t want either.
We want the honest guy. We want the guy who will tell us when we fucked up. We want the guy who will tell us when we’re being silly. We want the guy who admits that he would rather be tested for Chlymidia than watch another episode of “The Housewives of Atlanta”. We want the guy who after three years, a possible death scare, and a job promotion, finally says I love you and really means it.
So until you become that dude, we’ll just be fuckin around with the rest of you guys!