To say a lot has changed in the four years or so since I’ve written anything here would be the understatement of the millennium. I’m thirty-nine now, working a far less glamorous job (though I don’t know if you could say insurance was glamorous) and I’m in a surprisingly steady relationship that I didn’t really plan to be in when it started. I’m still geeky, a bit schlubby and I’m still a bit of a manchild, sure, but overall I’ve really grown and learned a lot since the last time I wrote in this blog. I wasn’t really planning on coming back to this blog now that I’ve moved beyond being single, but a Facebook post from an acquaintance who wrote some sad and disturbing things about his frustration with being single got me thinking about something prevalent in the dating community, whether you’re geeky or “mainstream” and that’s this line of thinking in young men that leads to issues with toxic masculinity and the “nice guy Syndrome”.
In my mid-to-late twenties and my early thirties I either did a pretty decent job lining up dates or girlfriends for myself or I did really horribly, depending on how you look at it. That is to say I dated a decent number of girls and I had some relationships too, more than other men my age who were better looking and more mainstream than I am (and by “mainstream” I mean they weren’t into comics, action figures, videogames and my other geeky obsessions) but I always got dumped in the end. And I got dumped A LOT. We’re talking George Costanza levels of humiliating breakups.
If people tried to say “You’re a ladies man” or “You’re a player” for having a decent number of girlfriends or dates, I would ask “Am I really a player or a ladies man if I get cheated on and dumped all the time?” Also, if we’re going for a full confession here, for as many girlfriends or dates I had, I really didn’t get laid that often, if at all. That is to say most of the time the best I could get was some solid, super hot “Making out on the couch” action. And before that, when I was in college, you could say that even Screech from Saved by The Bell: The College Years or Geordi from Star Trek: The Next Generation got more play than I did.
Don’t get me wrong, I was a good looking, fashionable kind of guy in great shape and there were girls who thought I was cute or hot, but outside of getting laid twice my freshman year, I probably got more action fapping to grainy porn clips on the Consumption Junction website than I did with any actual females (this was in the early 2000s, long before you lucky punks today had your Pornhub or Xvideos or…ahem…YouJizz… websites to look at your porn clips (yes, there really is a porn video site called “YouJizz”). I think part of the reason I did so terribly with women in spite of being a young, fashionable, in shape sort of dude who still had all his hair, was that I tried too hard with ladies and I started to buy into that “Nice Guy Syndrome” mentality.
So what is the “Nice Guy Syndrome”? Well, it’s when shy, less confident or shy, sensitive guys objectify women and think “If I’m really nice to Tina all the time, she’ll like me and be my girlfriend.” It’s not quite as bad as the toxic “Alpha Male” bullshit that we’ll touch on later but
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