Dull, bland, but not a rapist: The Nice Guy Problem

Dave is nice. He’s also incredibly boring

Author’s Note: As people’s ability to practice basic comprehension never fails to disappoint me, this is about a small percentage of men who despite having nothing in common with you, and any interaction with you being staggeringly awkward, think that you should entertain them as partners because they are “nice” (read, not violent or cruel).

Men tell me, ad nauseam on here, that that they wish we would give the nice guys a chance. Whenever I raise any bad experience, with any woman, ever, they assume that we’ve swiped yes on Serial Killer Barry who has offered to nail our palms to a moving car. Like we are simply spectacularly stupid. Here’s the thing lads: you don’t want me to swipe yes on the nice men. Obviously, we would very much like a nice relationship. You want me to swipe yes on the tedious, dull, boring, bland men we have nothing in common with. You want me to show interest in Bland Gary, the 43 year old IT consultant, who can talk to me solely about Arsenal FC, his KIA Sportage, or The Hobbit movies.

Urgh.

Darling, I am fine being nice to Gary. I vehemently tolerate Gary. I tolerate Garys hard. Really, I meet Gary every time I go to the store, attend a gallery opening, or foolishly attend a protest…