Now here is the one of the stupidest things I can think of to say about someone: "He's too nice." The whole business of women liking bad boys instead of nice boys seems to me utterly demented. A girlfriend once told me she couldn't fall in love with a particular man because he was too nice, politically correct, and a feminist. Puh-lease! Get out of my way, I'll marry him myself.
I occasionally get into discussions with the soi-disant nice men who are either infuratiated or despairing because some exceptionally dense chick told them they were too nice and she just wanted to be friends. What a cop-out. That's what a woman says when she doesn't want to be perfectly frank and say she doesn't feel attracted to a guy. The girls think they've been admirably fair; the guys they've said it to think they've been bafflingly obtuse. It makes me shriek and stomp around like Godzilla to hear it. Of course, no one has ever said they thought I was too nice.
It's hard to know how to advise the guys. What can I say, really, except I think the women who told them this are out of their minds and cowards to boot? I like nice men. I think there aren't nearly enough of them. I'd like to collect them all and have them over for dinner, and at the rate our society is going, I might be able to get them all around one table. Or is it our society? How could the sexual revolution and the feminist consciousness-raising that occupied previous decades fail to adequately convince women that nice men are infinitely preferable to assholes? What is it about humans that makes them so partial to rotten guys and doormat gals? Is it just us? Are there bad amoeba out there, breaking other amoeba hearts? Oh, wait, those things reproduce by fission. Now, there's an idea worth developing...
