Today, as I was flitting about, I found this comic, courtesy of MamaMantis. It lays out, in a humorous but honest manner, problems with the nice guy complex and the friend zone.
And I love it. I love it because: I never owed anyone a date for being nice to me. I don’t assume that every friendship is based on an original desire to be more-than-friends, and I shouldn’t have to.
Being a gentleman is a turn on. In fact, one of the things that I find attractive about Sam, and have since the night I met him, is that he’s a gentleman. But taking care of someone when they need it, and not raping them when they’re inebriated–those things are what people who aren’t criminals do. Not raping someone doesn’t make you a gentleman-it just means you’re not a criminal.
It’s time to re-evaluate concepts of what it means to be a friend-of what friendships between men and women mean.