Everything sounds great right? Wrong. All the attention, the flattery, the compliments, the food… it became overwhelming. And I never even kissed him! Imagine what kinds of things I would receive had I slept with him?! Gym Crush is content just hanging out with me. He would talk about all this vacation we could take together and how he would work overtime just to pay for our trips, how convenient it would be for me to move in with him, how close he is to my job, how I wouldn’t have to pay any rent. And, did I mention I didn’t even KISS him?? All this (to some women) sounds dreamy, but to me, it repulsed me. It’s too much. He’s too nice.
Oh, there’s more. He would change his own schedule just to accommodate mine. He’d sleep at his parents’ house so that he would be able to pick me up and go to the gym with me; he’d make sure I didn’t drive anywhere so that he’d get to spend extra time with me in the car; he’d buy special food I like; he’d wear certain clothes because I would mention I liked that look; he’d play house music, even though he didn’t like it; he bought a patio lawn chair because he knew I enjoyed tanning in the summer.
I felt smothered. He killed me with kindness, and left nothing to the imagination. He was predictable and I could smell the insecurity on his sleeve. It's as though he was trying to buy my love. If I wanted to, I could easily have taken advantage of him (bitch, right?) but all this to say is that unfortunately, for me, this nice guy will finish last.
I told him straight up that I wasn’t romantically inclined to him. I didn’t want to feel guilty for accepting every meal, every car ride, every ‘personal training’ session. Yet, the gifts and kindness persued . At times, I found it almost pathetic. I've never been rude to him, and I would politely decline many of his offers, but it came to the point where I would have to make up stories to avoid hanging with him. Why is it that women walk all over men who offer their undying devotion to her? I don’t want to date an asshole, I’ve never been interested in them. But I also don’t want to date a doormat either.
So, a little advice to the men of the world: Please, have your own life. Do your own thing. Have a backbone. Keep us women guessing. Lord knows, if the shoe were on the other foot, and the woman was the one bending over backwards for their man… he would probably end of up leaving her. Or cheating on her with the independent secretary. Unfortunately, it’s the sad truth. Nice guys actually do finish last.
La Blonde xx