I had the ultimate nice guy. Like really, I don’t think I’ll ever be with a guy who was as nice as this guy.
* On our second date, I told him I loved Disney movies but was sad because I only had them on VHS. On our third date, he handed me a stack of Disney DVD’s that he had burned for me.
* I once mentioned that I was craving donuts. On our next date, he bought me a box of Krispy Kreme donuts while I was at the hairdressers.
* He cooked me dinner of lasagna, salad, and bread.
* I hosted a half-birthday party for myself as an excuse to drink alcohol. On my actual, real half-birthday, he sent me a bouquet of flowers to my office.
* He would drive 45 minutes to have lunch with me.
* Knowing how much I loved Christmas lights, he once drove two hours to pick me up and then drove to LA to look at lights–but the evening proved to be a bust as there were hardly any lights up.
However, there were little things about him that I couldn’t quite get over no matter how much I tried. For one, he had really bad posture. He was constantly hunched over and considering how tall he was, his posture made him look as if he had very little self respect. Not very manly. Another thing was that he wasn’t very social. I’ve always been attracted to guys who are the life of the party and know how to have a good time. This guy was more than just shy, he really didn’t like socializing that much or at least wasn’t very good at it, making it incredibly difficult to take him with me anywhere because i wasn’t sure how he would act. I also want a guy who can make me laugh. Out of all the qualities people need in their mate, mine is laughter. That’s how The Ex won me over and at first, that was how this guy won me over too. On our second date, I remember laughing so hard my cheeks hurt–the perfect way to figure out how awesome a date was.
I knew he was a nice guy, so I tried for five months to fall for him. I mean, I dated him exclusively, I saw him three times a week, I really did everything in my power to fall for this guy because I wanted to so badly. But this guy was not a MAN. In fact, he was more of a girl than I was.
If we were out, he would throw temper tantrums and hissy fits (like purposely disappearing for half an hour) if I talked to some of my guy friends. If he was mad, he would give me the cold shoulder for something and then expect me to figure out why he was mad instead of just telling me. When we were at a laker game, he stopped talking to me in the fourth quarter because I couldn’t remember his birthday. He once emailed me incredibly hurt because after our date I kissed him on the cheek instead of the mouth. He wanted to know “why?!”
I mean, isn’t this stuff I’m supposed to do? I tried to break up with him a couple of times and every time he said he would be better and it just takes him time to get used to someone and comfortable around them and that explained his irrational behavior. But after five months, I couldn’t do it anymore and I ended it over the phone. He started to cry. And I’m not talking about a couple of tears, no, these were full out shoulders-heaving sobs. He then hung up on me, called me back and told me he loved me. (The first time he ever said it to me). That night he texted me a million times, and all weekend, shifting from “please give us another chance” to “it’s fine, i’m over you, have a nice life.” I felt really, really bad for the guy, but it just resolidified my position that he was not the one for me. I need a guy to respect himself a little more than that.
So please, stop telling me that nice guys finish last. If you feel that way, ask yourself if you’re acting like a little bitch and then reevaluate.
To all the nice guys out there, I tried. I really did. But it’s not me, it’s you.
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