How I became a niceguy.

When I was a kid I was something of a natural among children. Adult women would dote on me and I had an army of girls in my class who wished to look after me. It was all rather a bother to tell you the truth. There things always come at the wrong time.

I transformed myself into a creepy niceguy by the time I was eighteen and so began my long sexual famine. How did this happen? At the age of six I was a jerk to girls, always telling them to find their own games to play and not to follow me around but by the time I was eighteen I was the nicest guy- and so repellent women could hardly remain in the same room.

This is not the usual story of abused niceguys. This trope has been done to death already. I am considering how a man becomes a niceguy in the first place when it is so clearly a losing game.

I can trace my own downfall to the day my mother installed a telephone in the home. This attracted the usual cold calls that my mother would answer quite politely and then shake with rage for hours afterwards. I never quite understood the depth of this rage or why it was sometimes directed to me but thankfully the telephone was removed after a month or so and the atmosphere cleared a little in the home.

What I did not realise until much later is that these incidents had installed a fear in me that would mess me up well into middle age. This was the fear that women would react to me in the same way that my mother did to the cold callers- being polite to my face and then damming me to everyone else for hours on end. Nobody likes to upset other people.

Unconsciously I developed two strategies to deal with this. Firstly, I would only talk to hostile, rude or feminist women because at least they would abuse me to my face and not behind my back. Secondly I became very cautious when talking to any decent women who could possibly make me happy. This involved speaking gently (as if to a child) and picking my words very, very carefully. In short, I became a creepy guy who seemed to have a hidden agenda because I was never quite myself- I was a nicguy.

Niceguy behaviour comes with its own set of distorting lenses. He cannot 'think' his way out. He can only 'feel' his way out when the pain of remaining a niceguy is to great to stand any longer.

If you believe of feel the following then you probably are a niceguy.

1) You think that women go for jerks and that you should be appreciated more.

2) You feel emotionally exhausted in your dealings with women. You get angry sometimes and are ashamed because you do not know the true cause.

3) You alternate between worshiping women with gifts and compliments and ignoring them.

4) You suffer bouts of self hatred and depression.

If you are no longer a niceguy you will experience the following.

1) You enjoy contact with women. You tease them and they tease you back. Men think you are a jerk but women think you are fun..

2) Women are a source of emotional energy. This is not to say that you rely upon them for good feelings in a vampire like way. It is more that you generate fun with the women around you.

3) By treating women as normal people (not goddesses) you put them at their ease. You find that women are far nicer than you believed possible. Women are also more sexual than you would believe.

4) You feel good about yourself most of the time- regardless of relationship status.

The great injustice at the heart of this is that many niceguys are actually genuinely good people. By learning Game you give women the opportunity to know the real- fun- you. This is a great service to the world.