The Nice Guy's Funeral: Why I'm Here and Why You Should Give a Shit
You know that feeling when you're eating a sandwich and realize halfway through that it's just two pieces of bread?
That was my dating life for 15 years.
The Dead Nice Guy
I'm 32. Five-foot-three of pure, concentrated failure.
For over a decade, I operated under the most toxic delusion known to man: Be nice, get pussy.
I smiled like a fucking golden retriever. Took girls to expensive dinners. Made plans around their schedule. Drove everywhere. Cooked everything. Paid for everything.
I was basically an unpaid Uber driver with a hard-on and a credit card.
The math seemed simple: More input = More output.
Wrong.
Dead fucking wrong.
Enter Lily: The 9/10 Reality Check
She was 25. Out of my league. Perfect.
I thought, "This is it. If I go ALL IN on being the perfect boyfriend, there's no way she can reject me."
So I went nuclear nice guy.
I communicated my intentions upfront like some self-help book told me to. I wanted her. I wanted long-term. I wanted serious.
I became her personal assistant with benefits.
Pick her up from work? ✓
Wash her dishes? ✓
Clean her house? ✓
Cancel my gym for her? ✓
Beg for text replies? ✓
I thought I was winning.
I was dying.
The Brutal Awakening
She dumped me for a guy who had less money, worse abs, and zero interest in being her servant.
The sound you just heard? That was my worldview shattering like a wine glass hitting concrete.
I went through the five stages of nice guy grief:
Confusion
Anger
More confusion
Gym rage
Obsessive research
The Mission
That heartbreak became my PhD program.
I read every book. Analyzed every YouTube channel. Devoured every study on female psychology I could find.
Not because I'm some bitter asshole (okay, maybe a little).
But because I refuse to let other guys go through the same psychological meat grinder I did.
This Substack is my revenge against the lie we've all been sold.
What Changed
I stopped being nice.
Started being real.
I learned to say no. Lead conversations. Hold my ground. Date without desperation.
The results? Girls started treating me like I actually mattered.
They cook for me now. Clean my place. Actually respond to texts.
It's not magic. It's psychology.
And I'm going to break it all down for you.
Why You Should Stay
If you're tired of being the nice guy who finishes last...
If you're confused about why being "good" gets you ghosted...
If you want to understand what actually makes women tick instead of what they say makes them tick...
Then stick around.
I'm going to teach you everything the self-help gurus won't. The dark truths about attraction. The psychological patterns nobody talks about. The mindset shifts that actually work.
Not because I'm some pickup artist guru.
But because I've been in the trenches. I've made every mistake. And I crawled out the other side with receipts.
The Promise
Every week, I'll give you the unfiltered truth about female psychology.
No bullshit. No sugar-coating. No "just be yourself" platitudes.
Just the raw, tested strategies that work.
Because nice guys don't finish last.
Dead guys do.
And I'm done being dead.
Welcome to the resurrection.
Hit subscribe if you're ready to bury the nice guy and become the man who actually gets what he wants.