My best guy friend Joe (I changed his name as to not embarrass him) had a pretty hot brother, Jim (I changed his name too) who seemed like a nice guy. I’d seen pictures of him and Joe mentioned him a lot, but I’d never met him until we got together with Joe and his girlfriend to watch a movie and grab a pizza. I didn’t think it was a date because, well, he never asked me out–we’d never even met–we just happened to be in the same place at the same time.
Thing is, he totally thought we were on a date. He put his arm around me during the movie, which was a little weird, but not gropey or gross, so I didn’t make a big deal out of it. (I did mention he was hot, right?) Afterward we grabbed food together–all four of us–and then Jim and I exchanged numbers. He seemed cool and we had a few things in common, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see where it led. I figured anyone related to Joe, who was a legit nice guy–he’s one of my best friends in the world–was probably cool.
I headed home after that, a roughly 20 minute drive, because I was meeting my bestie for a late dessert date.
Here’s where it gets horrifying. When I pulled up to my friend’s house and got out my phone to let her know I was there, I had about 27 text messages. They were all from Jim.
The first messages were pretty sweet: “You’re so pretty!” “You’re really funny too.” “I liked your Chucks.” “I’d love to hang out again.” Aw, cute! Right? Well, so far.
Then they got paranoid. See, he went from a nice guy to a “nice guy.”
“Is this even the right number?” “Joe said this is really your number, so you must be ignoring me.” “What the Hell is your problem? I thought we hit it off.” “Did you block me from Facebook?” (I didn’t block him–I hadn’t been able to accept his friend request, because, you know, I was driving.)
Then they got nasty.
“I bet you’re one of the girls who likes guys who treat her like s***.” “That’s what I get for being a nice guy. I hope you’re happy with your life.” “Don’t crash into a pole or anything, b****.”
Thankfully, I didn’t crash into a pole, because I was paying attention to the road and not my cell phone while I was driving. When I did accept his friend request on FB, I saw that he also posted about half a dozen statuses like this: “That’s what I get when I put my heart on the line.” “Love is such bulls***.” “No one wants a nice guy anymore, f*** it.”
Remember what I said about “nice guys” a while ago? I stand by my theory that they’re actually not all that nice. In fact, someone of them are flat out crazy. And maybe that’s why no one wants “nice guys” anymore!
Have you ever had a bad date? Has a guy ever gone crazy after one date with you? What would you do if you got texts like that after one date with a guy? Have you ever had a nice guy turn into a “nice guy?” Tell us in the comments!