Women Of Reddit Describe 'Nice Guys' Who Turned Creepy

From Redditor /u/eleveneleventimes:

I own a small vintage clothing store. I have a regular cross-dressing old man who comes in looking like Linda Richman and smelling like grandma... Well, he was very sweet at first but then started coming in and saying semi-perverted things. Then one day he came in and we were having a casual conversation and he interrupted me with this... "standing here talking to you and looking at you is making me hard. It feels like I might cum in my skirt any second." NICE.

From Redditor /u/sweetrhymepurereason:

I once was out with friends and my drink was spiked. One dude stayed with me to take care of me and my other friends left because we all knew him. Turns out he spiked my drink himself so he could "save me" and show me how caring he was.

He told a mutual friend thinking that the guy would think it was a cool move. Our friend did not think it was cool, and told me what happened.

This dude also laced the one-hitter we were using with something that same night. I could have died, but he really thought he was being a genius pick up artist. The worst part is that we had actually been talking for a week or so before this - I clearly already liked him, and he still felt the need to do this.

Keep your eyes on your drink and trust your instincts.

From Redditor /u/Refinnej808:

Met a guy in high school who was really nice. We would talk and hang out at lunch. One day, he called my house at 2 am repeatedly until I answered and told him it's too late to talk. After about the third time he called again and my sister (my guardian at the time) answered and told him to stop calling. He called her a b*tch and he stopped calling.

The next day at school I avoided him and he followed me around. I made sure to be around someone at all times and he would harass another guy and say "why are you trying to steal my girl?"

Then when I was sitting at my desk he sat on the ground by my feet and kept trying to slide his hands up under my clothes. After about a week of this he finally left me alone.

From Redditor /u/SheWhoComesFirst:

A guy friend in junior high. We had several classes and sat next to each other, platonic, loyal friends for 2 years before he got weird. He was hilarious, we could talk about anything. His house had a pool, so during warm weather a bunch of us would swim at his house after school.

One day he invites me over to swim after school, when I get there, no one else is there, which was weird. He was splashing me, sort of aggressively flirting, dunking me, so I get out of the pool and he pins me down to kiss me. So I play it off as joking and leave.

I give him the cold shoulder after that and he was pissed.

Two weeks later and at a different friends' house he and I are both there for a swim-birthday party and he and another guy give me a simultaneous front and back "seesaw" which is like a horrible double-wedgie in the pool. My swimsuit cut me so badly I bled.

From Redditor /u/DezzlieBear:

Had (what I thought was) a friend who lived in my building. Did normal friend things. Walked to class together, had movie nights etc...

Had a movie night one night while my roommate was away, and got a super weird vibe from him. Told him I forgot I needed to get up early and asked him to leave earlier than planned.

I have anxiety, so I couldn't sleep and decided to spend the night deep cleaning my apartment (while muttering sorry to my neighbors for vacuuming at 1 am).

Found he had hidden things all over my house. My only guess was so he had an excuse to come back, like in Seinfeld? Maybe, IDK. But it was a whole box of things. I went to put them outside in the hall and text him it was out there and discovered he had turned the lock off on my door. (It was set up like the inside of the door had a button you could press so you didn't get locked out bringing out the trash).

I basically stopped talking to him [after that], and one day I was bringing in groceries, which he normally asked to help with, and instead he punched me in the ass cheek so hard I almost fell down and dropped everything.

From Redditor /u/Eshlau:

We met in a group in undergrad, became friends. Slowly we became closer, I developed a crush on him, [we] started hanging out more on our own, and one night after some drinks it escalated to kissing/cuddling.

I messaged him later letting him know that while I enjoyed what happened, I didn't think it was a good idea for us to keep it up, as I had feelings for him, and wasn't interested in a friends with benefits kind of setup.

He told me that he kind of had feelings as well, and that it might be nice to see how a relationship developed. So we did. We start dating - dinners, movies, all the physical stuff that comes with a relationship. When he was briefly hospitalized, I spent every night there with him.

I opened up to him over time, and told him about my history of sexual abuse, family history of substance abuse, etc. He opened up about his history of being used by his exes, how they were all horrible and had treated him horribly, how he's just always been so nice that everyone takes advantage of him, that all he wants is to find a nice girl who will love him for who he is and that he can treat like a princess.

One night (probably about 4-5 months in) we're laying in bed together watching a movie and I started telling him about a funny conversation I had at work, "So then I was saying, my boyfriend..." and I feel him stiffen up, and he kind of awkwardly says, "You know we're not dating, right? Like, I thought we just had a fun thing going..."

So, apparently we're FWB. The exact thing I told him I didn't want. I asked him if we could start dating then, and he said he was just too busy for a relationship (even though we were basically in one), blah blah. I told him I was hurt and felt used, and that I wasn't interested in being anything more than acquaintances in the future.

After that, I slowly started seeing someone, a guy who was actually pretty great and had actively pursued me, and guy #1 FLIPPED OUT. Apparently, even though he didn't want to be in a relationship with me, I wasn't allowed to be with anyone else.

For months afterward, he spent most of his time badmouthing me to whomever would listen, talking about how I used him, how I'm just like every other sl*t who thinks she's too good for everyone, how he had treated me so well and I had ripped his heart out.

The worst part, though, was that he told numerous individuals and groups of people all about my personal history. Apparently, a couple of times, after a couple drinks, he would even start to cast doubt on it, comparing what I "did to him" to my past abuse, stating that it was surprising to him that an alleged [abuse] victim would "r*pe" the feelings of innocent men. We no longer speak, but I still hear about things he's said about me a couple times a year.

It really made me wonder about all those "terrible" exes he had, and made me put more faith than ever into the thought that the way people talk to you about others is the same way they'll talk to others about you. What a nice guy.