I was certainly raised to be a nice guy. My Dad was in on this crap. They both taught us that happy couples never fight, which is the biggest lie on Earth. Anyway, women love fighting in relationships and they will often deliberately start fights with their men for absolutely no good reason at all other than “to test them,” which is moronic, or simply because they want to liven or spice things up, which is even dumber than that.
What does a woman want (paraphrasing Freud)? First of all, no one knows, least of all women themselves, who are remarkably self-blinded creatures. The woman at best is ultimately unfathomable, though we are starting to get some interesting reports from MTF transsexuals or transwomen who have been both men and women hormonally and hence can report from both sides of the war.
But still, the nature of the woman remains fiendishly complex for whatever reason.
Just as the nature of the man is to be rather stupidly simple. I mean give a man a six-pack, a couch, and a football game, and he’s good for the night, right?
Sure, but there are so simple formulas to satisfy to convoluted object known as the woman.
But a good analysis is: The woman lives for love. Another good analysis (somewhat similar) is: The woman lives for “peak emotional experiences.”
That sounds great in theory even if its terrifying to us stoic men. The problem is that those peak emotional experiences can include negative emotions. Exhilarating negative emotions such as wild fights are after all among the most emotionally peak experiences out there.
My mother and father often said, “Do you ever see us fighting?” Well, not really, but after age 9, they fought a lot, although of course they always lied and denied it. Anyway from this bullshit lie, I was taught that if you have a good relationship with a woman, you will never really fight. Every time a woman got angry at me, I felt it was my fault and I had failed as a man somehow. Consequently, I never really fought back. I just sat there and took it like a huge pussy.
I started fighting back against women ~10 years ago, and since then, I’ve had some of the wildest, most passionate love affairs of my life. So apparently it works to stand up to women and fight back against their shit. But men don’t want to fight back because most men are pussywhipped, that is, they are afraid that if they fight their woman, she will cut off the pussy supply. Pussy’s as good as oxygen for the male psyche or emotional body if not the actual physical body, in which its effects are more trivial than anybody realizes.
It’s generally agreed that being a nice guy, like a million other things, gets in the way of getting laid. Sure, nice guys can get laid and most eventually marry if only to beta bux, but being nice is a detraction when it comes to attracting women.
The exception, of course, is Chad, as Chad tends to be the exception to all of the rules of the Sexual Marketplace. Anytime you hear someone say, “Oh, don’t do that. That’s deadly when it comes to getting laid. Women hate that thing like no other!” you always have to put an asterisk by that statement that says “with the exception of Chad.” Chad breaks all the rules because Looks trumps all for women. And that’s the essence of Black Pill right there.
Nice Guy Chad still gets laid of course. I always did, if not sooner then later. Lots of women don’t care if Chad is a nice guy. Catfishing experiments made their Chads into huge pussies, and they still got bombarded by women. Nevertheless, Nice Guy Chad still suffers from the usual nice guy problems with women. One exception though is that even in the midst of these typical nice guy issues which probably see a lot of men cut off from sex after being labeled huge pussies, women keep fucking Nice Guy Chad like a human dildo machine even after they call him a pussy to his face, scream at him that he’s a faggot, etc.
It’s all down to that damned pretty face. That trumps all else, at least temporarily. I would say that the pretty face is a necessary and sufficient attribute to get laid, but it’s not good enough to sustain a relationship. Chad’s pretty face is like a drug. After a while the high wears off, and this is where you need other things – personality, money, faithfulness, love attachment, Red Pill, masculinity – whatever. So Nice Guy Chad gets his brains fucked out for a while and is then unceremoniously and often cruelly dumped. In other words, story of my life, boyos.
The good thing about being Nice Guy Chad though is that a new woman will always come along. If not tomorrow than definitely at some point in the future. Which is more than the incels look forward to.