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Dirk Writes:

Dear Nice Guy,  
I've read many of the articles on your website, and it brightens my day to know that at least someone can sympathize with what I've been going through over the last 14 years. I'm 28 years old and unfortunately, women would rather kick me than go out with me. I perservered for over a decade catering to the whims of women and all the while settling to be their welcome mats. After all, I may be getting stepped on all the time, but at least a woman is touching me when she does it, right? I got the hint finally last year to call it quits, because this whole dating thing wasn't exactly turning out.  (So, as for this dating game... remind me: what are us guys paying for again? -- NG)

Let me tell you of one of the horror stories that have been burned into my mind. I attended college at University Y some years ago and I became attracted to a petite young woman named Rachel. She was friendly, open about having a good time, very cute, and we seemed to have a lot in common, as we were both English Literature majors at the time. A friend introduced us, and we quickly became friends. Rachel had confessed to me that she wasn't noticed by boys in her high school and was a virgin. Now, understand, I was in college, on my own, and didn't have much money, but she didn't seem to mind. She seemed interested in me, so I took a chance, and lo and behold, she felt an attraction to me. Soon, we were getting into heavy petting and eventually were doing everything except having sex.   (She saves the sex for bastards, no doubt.-- NG)

That's when Rachel discovered that other men were beginning to notice her. Before Thanksgiving break, she said to me that she'd give us a chance. However, after I returned from home, it was clear that she had eaten those words. After numerous phone calls, I got ahold of her, only to hear her say that she wasn't interested in me anymore, now that she had some jock frat boy in her bed. I couldn't understand it! Here we were, from August to November, over at each other's rooms nearly every night, making out, and suddenly, all she wants is to be friends? I asked her why, and this is what has been etched into my mind: she began listing all the ways in which this asshole was better than me. The first: "Well, he's much more good looking." What followed was a list of things which has disgusted me to this day, like money, clothes, and all the superficial shit that women value. I hung up the phone after a short goodbye.   (Yeah. I don't see the need to add anything here. -- NG)

What was worse was that, a month later, she breaks up with this idiot and decides that she needs to have sex. So, one night, I get a call from her to come to her dorm room to watch movies. I'll tell you, that little bitch did everything except physically rape me, begging for it. I went back expecting to tell her that I wasn't interested in even pursuing a friendship, after I'd taken advantage of some free food and movies, and I end up running from her place. I was not about to give her what she wanted after what she did to me! (Wow, I'm impressed at the restraint. Personally, I would've slept with her and told her the next morning 'sorry babe, there's this other girl that's much better-looking...' and rattle-off more or less the same list she gave over the phone. But that's just me. I'm kinda slowly turning evil. -- NG) To be truthful, I would have taken her up on her offer, but she came across as a kind of nutcase, and I wanted no part of that.  

Finally, two scant months after that, she ends up getting engaged to some asshole who, like her previous boyfriend, is a jock and is a frat boy. Both of us were on a student interactive chat room, and all she did was spout out how I could never satisfy her in any way. (Ahh, a Lying Nutball no less. -- NG) She was power tripping on making someone, a former friend no less, feel miserable. So I got off the chat rooms and avoided speaking to her in classes and whenever we bumped into each other on campus.  

Anyway, that's the story. What I thought was going to be a good time in college away from selfish high school girls turned into a burning kite. (Naw, college is an extension of adolesence. It wasn't until grad school that I noticed that women got maybe 20% more mature. Which still isn't enough in many cases. -- NG) I learned quickly that women are pretty much all the same, value the same things, and generally judge men by the same standards (especially when groups of them are in bars). I want to be an asshole to them, simply because they seem to be attracted to these types, but I simply cannot do it. (I've tried too. Being an asshole isn't in my nature. Until I get on-line, of course. -- NG) Being a nice guy is all that I am, and I can't change. Which probably means that I am damned. Oh well. I've ceased caring.   (Welcome to the Dark Side, sir. It's fun. -- NG)

Once again, thanks for providing some mutual references and information. We need more people like you out there telling it like it is, rather than painting up life with hypocritical crap. Take care while in Japan.  

(No prob. Thanks for writing... -- NG)

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"The faith of Woman, I trace it in sand." -- Sophocles.

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