#NotMeToo, but I was a former Nice Guy/Misogynist
(Originally published on The Letter Red on Jan. 22, 2014, and republished with updates here because I feel it’s relevant with the #metoo tag as of late).
I’m sorry for being a Nice Guy.
Eleven years ago, at the age of 21, I wrote a blog post called “I’ve Decided I Know Exactly What Women Want.” It was my quintessential Anti-Friend Zone Mantra. At the time, I remember being proud and a little smug, thinking my Cry Of The Nice Guy was insightful and it would open the eyes of everyone around me. Looking back, I realize now how much it was pumped full of misogyny and victim blaming.
I had all the symptoms of Nice Guy Syndrome: the high fever of “all women are lying when they claim they’re looking for a nice guy.” The rash of “girls don’t consider me boyfriend material even though I’m exactly what they’re looking for.” The clammy forehead of “sitting on the sidelines while the ladies date Mr. McAsshole.” As the Benevolent Boy, I proclaimed it was time for me to stop being friends with girls who complained to me about their relationship woes. After all, I put the time into befriending them and doing nice things for them, wasn’t I entitled to suck face a little bit?
Incidentally, my answer was to start being an asshole and cheat on women, hit them, never compliment them and be jealous and anger over everything. While this solution was clearly intended to be satirical, I know it’s something I actually thought – and probably way too many guys still think – would work on members of the opposite sex. If only I could have stepped off Mt. Good Guy and submit myself to the Valley of Jerkhood, then surely I’d be knee deep in sexy time.
YouTube vlogger the1janitor calls Nice Guys out for being dishonest about their true intentions and for perpetuating the myth that nice guys get put in the friend zone for being nice. He goes on to say:
“The world doesn’t owe you shit for being nice and girls certainly don’t either. You’re supposed to be nice to people. You don’t get a cookie for doing stuff you should be doing anyway… This is not a fucking transaction where you walk to the cashier and pull out your nice bucks and buy sex and romance.”
Another YouTube vlogger, Modern Primate, said the concept of the Friend Zone is valid, but that doesn’t make it completely a good thing:
“The negative connotations of the Friend Zone arise when the person who is attracted to someone else gets angry at that person for not reciprocating, implying that because they put in so much work doing them favors and being nice they’ve been shortchanged by not getting sex in return, as if that expectation was the result of some sort of quid pro quo niceness for sex agreement.”
Look. I get it. It’s frustrating to see someone you care about mixing it up with someone who doesn’t treat them properly. And sometimes facing romantic rejection and unrequited love feels like your genitals are being smeared with shards of glass. I’ve been there, done that. It’s difficult not to take it personal when they’re just not that into you. By all means, be bummed out. I don’t feel guilty for having that emotion. What I do feel guilty for is throwing a temper tantrum and thinking she’s not interested in putting her mouth on my mouth because the amount of niceness I possess is somehow too much for her to handle. They’re not bitches. They’re not cold-hearted sex demons. They’re individual human beings with unique personalities, preferences, likes and dislikes. It took me far too long to realize this and it shouldn’t even be some major epiphany.
Musician Meghan Tonjes, who was reacting to a Nice Guy shaming her for not returning his advances, could have easily been talking to me.
“Here’s a thought: maybe I’m looking for someone I have chemistry with, who I have a physical or emotional connection and attraction to. Maybe you’re sweet or funny or nice – maybe those qualities don’t completely override the fact that we have no chemistry so why would I sleep with you when I’m not attracted to you? Your reaction to me not falling all over you is a perfect indication as to if you’re actually a nice guy.”
When a girl was saying she wanted a nice guy, I realize now she wasn’t talking about me. I may have been somewhat kind, but I certainly didn’t offer anything of value otherwise. I wasn’t confident, I wasn’t honest, I wasn’t straightforward, I wasn’t attractive. Furthermore, my woe-is-me soliloquy was likely a turn-off. Most people want to be around people who treat them with decency and respect; what they don’t want are whiny children who complain about everything.
I consider myself fortunate for growing up and recognizing how my past self was clearly misguided. I’m not saying I’m perfect. I’ve used derogatory terms for women when I was angry, and I’m willing to admit that I struggled with recurring Nice Guy symptoms up until the time I met my now-wife. I am now happily married, but before that I had to remind myself that it’s not true when I thought girls weren’t into me despite being a nice guy. Some girls did want my hot body, I just wasn’t into them. You might say I “friend zoned” them.
So, ladies, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for expecting a reward for my generosity. I’m sorry I dressed up my dishonesty with a pretty little bow and presented it as friendship. I’m sorry for mistaking the attributes of a few for the whole. I’m sorry for confusing chivalry with romance and chemistry. I’m sorry for claiming to respect you when I obviously did not.And while I still consider myself a nice enough guy, I sincerely apologize for ever being a Nice Guy.
(If you wish to read my MANifesto, click here.)