You seem like a nice fella yourself, it's a pleasure to be chatting with you.
I hope that you don't mind, but I have to tell you a funny (crazy would be more like it) story which directly pertains to my "niceness." I was going to tell you on your "Fighting" thread because I almost got into a fistfight a few days ago, and the fight would have been the direct result of my attempted "niceness."
About a month or so ago, a MARRIED OLDER MAN that I know told me that he was trying to get a job where I work. In fact, he had spoken to my General Manager about it a few times prior to our conversation. Being the nice guy that I am, I asked my General Manager if he would notify me when job openings became available, and if I could give this man my phone number so that I might text him if a job opening arose. He said "yes" to both things, so I gave this man my phone number.
Bro, this MARRIED OLDER MAN sent me crazy text messages for something like 21 days in a row, and I always got them sometime between 6 and 7 a.m. One message was a gif of a dozen yellow roses. In other message, he told me that he loved me 'til death do we part. I was like "What?!?" Finally, I responded, and I asked him why he was sending me these types of messages. Instead of answering me, he sent me another crazy message. When that happened, I told him that it seemed like he was looking for a boyfriend, and that I definitely was not that guy. I also informed him that I was blocking his number. What did he do? He not only tried calling me twice (his number appeared in my missed calls), but he also showed up at my job the next day while looking for me. In fact, he almost got into a fistfight with one of my co-workers who informed him that I wasn't there that day (I actually was working the late shift that day). At this point, I had to embarrassingly inform my General Manager, my Assistant General Manager, and some other managers of what was going on. I even showed them some of the text messages. They told me that they would make sure that this guy never got close to me again.
Well, there I was, working in my secluded area of work a few days ago, which no non-employees are allowed access to, and who walked in on me? "Mr. 'Til Death Do We Part" himself. Bro, I was going to pummel him, but I somehow got control of myself, and I was able to persuade him to leave (after informing him that management was planning on banning him from access to the building).
Would a fight have been justified at that time in God's eyes?
In any case, yeah, slow dancing with a woman sounds much better than that mess.
Just a typical day in my crazy trying-to-be-nice-to-people life.