The other day I was listening to a conversation, some might say I was eavesdropping, when a woman said, ‘I keep telling him that he’s too nice. You can’t be too nice.’
This resulted in me leaning back, with a glass of wine in my hand (and maybe a slur in my words) stating that ‘There’s no such thing as too nice. There’s weakness and desperation, and then there’s nice. They are not the same.’ What’s that all about? Well my friends, I will tell you.
A nice guy (or girl or whatever) will tell you that you look pretty when you do. And sometimes when you don’t. A weak one will say ‘oh my love, you are the most beatufiul creature in the entire world and I cannot live without your beautiful-ness.’ (barf)
A nice one will pick you up, sometimes, when he can. A weak one will drop everything they are doing to accommodate you, all the time. You: What we’re you doing when I called you baby? Him: Oh, I was giving someone CPR, but you needed me so I came right away. You: Jesus.
A nice one will attempt to like some things that you like while keeping his own interests. A weak one will only have your interests. What are interests?
Speaking of interests, a nice guy will have things to do that don’t involve you sometimes. A weak one: Friends? What are those? I have a girlfriend and that’s all I need.
The problem with so called ‘too nice guys’ isn’t that they are too nice, it’s that they lack a backbone. No one wants to be with a blob. Have you ever seen a picture of a person who has no bones? It’s gross, and that’s what a ‘too nice guy’ is. Boneless. And trust me on this one, we like a good strong bone. I mean backbone. Nope, I mean bone.