From the comments: “There is nothing wrong with being a nice guy, but there is something extremely wrong with being a nice guy with strings attached.”
The difference between being a nice guy because you’re a nice guy, and acting like a nice guy because you’re trying to get into someone’s underwear.
Dear Nice Guy,
I’d say you probably don’t remember me, but I know you do. I know you remember me the way you remember every single girl you’ve ever latched onto like a leech who also happens to recommend books and carry shopping bags. I know you remember me because this is a small town and people talk and you wouldn’t believe some of the things people tell me you say about me, except that I guess you would because I know for sure that you said them.
I know you’ve waxed poetic at length to anyone who will listen (and a fair few people who won’t) about how I don’t know what I’m missing. And you know what? I guess you’re right. I don’t know what I’m missing. Maybe if, somewhere between the endless offers of a lift home and the free coffees…
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