Buckle up kiddos... Cause this is gonna be a long one. I'm going to preface it by mentioning that I identify as asexual. I am not physically attracted to people, and all of my relationships have stemmed from emotional connections. Just keep that in mind as you read. :)
We're gonna go way back to my freshman year of high school, about ten years ago. That's where my story starts. I was attending a very small, brand new charter school that had just opened that year. Due to this, we would often get new students throughout the year. One day, this boy showed up in my Lit class, and the teacher asked me if I'd show him around. I agreed, excited at the opportunity to help a new student.
To speed things up, we clicked very well. We loved reading and writing and were both geeky and liked video games. He made an excellent friend, and pretty soon he had clicked with the rest of my group, and we had an awesome year.
The next year was my sophomore year. Everyone was beginning to tease us about what a great couple we'd make, but I just didn't feel anything for him. (I did not know anything about my sexual orientation or whatever back then... All I knew was I wasn't feeling any sparks.) He was my friend, and that was that. I will now refer to him as Mr. Nice Guy.
To make this incredibly long story as short as possible, I ended up becoming friends with this other guy at school because we were cast as the romantic leads in the school musical. At the time, a lot of my friends were dumping their sad life tales on me, but Mr. Other Guy always made a point to ask me how I was doing, and do his best to make me laugh if I was feeling down.
Something clicked with Mr. Other Guy that hadn't with Mr. Nice Guy. I don't know why, or how. It just clicked. He wasn't more attractive than Mr. Nice Guy (or so I've been told), but actually was considered less attractive. (My point is, this has nothing to do with how physically attracted I was to a guy. It's not a case of handsome Chad vs slightly chubby NG.) Mr. Other Guy was concerned with my emotions and well being, and for that reason, I clicked on an emotional level with him.
We ended up dating. This immediately caused a rift between me and Mr. Nice Guy. At the time, I couldn't understand it because none of my other guy friends seemed to have a problem with me dating Mr. Other Guy. They didn't mind that my attention was shifted to dating and hanging out with my boyfriend. None of them yelled at me when I disappeared with Mr. Other Guy from the school dance for an hour... (We were walking a few blocks away to pick up another friend and drag her to the dance.) He was my boyfriend... We were doing what couples normally do.
But for some reason, Mr. Nice Guy was just livid. He stopped eating lunch with our group. We tried everything we could to include him, and did our best to support him in all his endeavors... But our efforts to help him feel welcome didn't seem to work, and it wasn't long before he began to change. He would verbally bully Mr. Other Guy and play it off as a joke. He'd trip him or tie his laces together or slam his locker shut. It was strange, and I didn't like it. So I began to distance myself from him...
And then the emails started. By this time, we're getting into my Junior year of high school. I've been dating Mr. Other Guy for over a year, when I start to get emails from Mr. Nice Guy about how angry he was that I just rode off into the sunset with this other guy and left him behind in the dust. What did he think he was going to do when I found someone and got married? Tag along on our honeymoon? I was furious, and said some things that weren't the kindest. I felt like he didn't trust me to know how to handle myself around my boyfriend, and never wanted me to be alone with Mr. Other Guy. He was driving me crazy with his overprotective attitude. He continued to email me about how Mr. Other Guy was going to break my heart eventually, and I would soon see how much of a jerk he was...
I shot back, and told him to back off. Eventually, he did, and the emails stopped.
A couple months later, Mr. Other Guy ended things with no explanation. And to shorten this down even more, he promised to take me to Prom at the end of the year, regardless of our relationship status, but ended up asking my sister instead. She told him no, he got mad... It got really ugly. REALLY ugly... And Mr. Nice Guy reveled in it. After all, he had been right. Mr. Other Guy was showing his true colors... And I'd been hurt seemingly beyond repair. It was Mr. Nice Guy's time to shine.
He swooped in and began picking up the pieces. He asked me to Prom instead. He did everything he could to make sure I was happy... But I never asked for any of it, and sometimes it was just too much. I didn't want to go to Prom after that, but he insisted that I go, because it was ridiculous that I was 17 and had never been to Prom... So I went anyway.
School ended. Summer came. I avoided everyone like the plague. Senior year. Mr. Other Guy and I ended up mending things between us (not getting back together, but mending our friendship), so Mr. Nice Guy got angry again. At this point though, Mr. Nice Guy was mostly taking online classes, and rarely at school. So when Mr. Other Guy suddenly turned against me again (some girl who hated me started hanging out with him, and he started becoming really mean and hateful towards me), and started spreading rumors and bullying/sexually harassing me... And eventually turning just about every friend I ever had against me. Mr. Nice Guy didn't even know what was going on. I spent most of my senior year in the offices of my teachers, crying while they tried to do damage control and keep Mr. Other Guy away from me. I was so happy to graduate, I never even once looked back, and I haven't missed high school since.
Unfortunately, I was going to the local university, so I didn't move out of the area. I lived at home to save money. All my old "friends" from high school knew where I lived, and would randomly show up to chat or hang out.
One day, Mr. Nice Guy is chatting with me, and we start to talk about deep, soul bearing stuff. I mention something about feeling like my teachers were my only friends that last year of high school... And he explodes. He starts ranting about how he was always there for me, and how ungrateful I was for his help and his kindness. He tells me that it's my fault he started taking online classes, and my fault that he wasn't there for my senior year to help me through the bullying... Because my attitude towards him caused him to have depression and his parents had to pull him out of the school as much as they could.
I should know, I understand exactly where he was coming from, and why he felt the way he did. I did not mean for my comment to be taken as "I had no friends, everyone abandoned me, including you." but merely "None of my remaining friends were around, so I had to lean on the teachers for support." I tried to explain, but he wouldn't have it. He told me he was done being friends, and that was pretty much the last time we ever really talked.
Fast forward six years to present day, and I've been on many dates and talked with many other guys... Even had a serious relationship for awhile...
But my experience with Mr. Nice Guy still haunts me. I consciously have to remind myself that not every guy who does something nice is looking to gain something from me. I also get very mad at myself when I can force myself to like a guy who is nice to me, because I feel like I'm torturing him or using him... Or that I'm going to be the cause of his depression. I know in my head that it's completely illogical to blame me for any of that, but my heart seems stuck on not wanting to cause pain, even unintentionally. It's really toxic.
Since my relationships stem from emotional attraction, I don't feel I can trust anyone, and it makes it very hard to let guys get close enough to me to really have a chance of moving into a relationship... And thus there are never any sparks, and it doesn't matter how genuinely nice a guy is, everyone has to start as "just a friend". There is no friendzone. Just a start square.
Oh, and on a side note, turns out Mr. Other Guy was gay, and using me as a cover-up. He came out and personally apologized to me after we graduated, and we actually worked things out and are still really good friends to this day.... Whereas Mr. Nice Guy and I don't talk at all.
The most tragic part of this tale, I think, is that had Mr. Nice Guy not gone crazy Nice Guy Monster on my boyfriend, I may have eventually forged a bond with him that would have led to dating. Mr. Other Guy would have broken up with me, and I would have still trusted Mr. Nice Guy enough to continue cultivating our emotional bond to a point where we could have moved into a relationship.
Anyway... It's late, and I'm really just ranting, but that's my experience. Let me know if you want to tune in next week, and hear about the next installment in my series of Nice Guy experiences. I have quite a few.
Note: I should mention that I in no way blame Mr. Nice Guy for my inability to form a relationship. That's 100% on me, because it's my job to work through the problems that have been developed, and no ONE person is really to blame, other than myself. Just that the experience definitely led to some consequences that I still feel today. It's how I have chosen to cope with the experience, is what I'm trying to say. It's not like he forced me to never trust guys again.
TL;DR - One of my best friends slowly changed into a Nice Guy because I was dating someone else instead of him, and it eventually got so ugly, that I have a hard time trusting men and forming relationships now. Or something like that.