11. The guy kept sending me e-mails well after 3 years.

“Pretty much any guy who turns aggressive after you show them you’re not interested.

At least in my experience, when men are interested they try to be friends with you thinking you’ll change your mind at some point and then get really weird when that doesn’t happen and terminate the friendship. It sucks. When I say I’m not interested, I really mean it. I don’t like to be led on so I wouldn’t do it to others.

I got into a stupid situation when I was a kid and the guy kept sending me e-mails well after 3 years. It’s been over a decade now but whenever I set up a new social media account I always look up his name and block him.”

12. He texts to ask if I thought he was nice, then proceeds to send 4 dick pics and asks me to come back.

“Where do I start?

Met a guy online dating (his profile actually started with “nice guy”) and chatted for a few weeks before meeting up. Had made it exceptionally clear that I wanted to see if our chemistry existed in real life but wasn’t going to sleep with him on first sight. Met up with him and he talked incessantly about how he hadn’t had sex in weeks and needed to break his drought. I leave, he texts to ask if I thought he was nice, then proceeds to send 4 dick pics and asks me to come back. Gets so offended when I said no, calls to beg me to come over for sex so I can help him with “his situation” because he’s a nice guy.”

13. He was so nice he tried to rape me.

• He was my college apartment-mate and a friend of a friend. He seemed OK, but he was a little strange.

• He would come to my bedroom door and talk to me. He’d hang on the door and smile and tell me that homework was for losers and I should hang out with him. When I asked him to leave me alone—when I asked for anything, really—he’d push back a liiittttle bit more and more, until I started to feel upset. Then he’d make a joke and leave.

• He did unsolicited things, grand gestures. Write a sweet poem or put an outrageous amount of work into a present or favor.

• He’d tell me we needed to talk. That he felt like he was putting all the effort into our friendship, and it really hurt his feelings. I felt terrible after each of these, somehow.

• He would make challenging comments about everything I did, always with enough plausible deniability. “Whatcha doing?” “Why are you doing it that way?” “That’s stupid. Why don’t you do it this way?” “Well, you suck.”

• There were many jokes at my expense that were juuust harmless enough to tolerate, and many conversations—in big groups, particularly—that he would steer to use peer pressure to make me talk about my personal life.

“TL;DR: He was so nice he tried to rape me.”