This is an amended version of a piece I began writing last year, in the wake of the shootings in Isla Vista. Sadly, the story remains ever-present in my mind and, with every post I see from a friend who has had to deal with the fallout, harassment, and spewed vitriol from supposed “nice guys” that they have “spurned,” my story bears sharing. 

Over a decade ago, I had a best guy friend with whom I shared a great deal of my life. He was the picture perfect “nice guy.” Unfortunately, as is common, when someone seems nearly too good to be true, they are. This guy was my best friend. And I his. I had always suspected that he wanted more than my friendship, but I wasn’t interested in taking our relationship to that place. I thought this was something that he would respect. I was wrong.

One night, in a moment of weakness and confusion, I allowed him to kiss me. He’d had a girlfriend at the time, but told me “not to worry” about her. He clearly wanted one thing from me and was simply biding his time until he could get it. He took a girlfriend who he did not feel was deserving of his respect or honesty while he waited for me to come around. I quickly emerged from my haze and realized the terrible mistake I had made. Not only did I not share this guy’s feelings of attraction, but I’d been an accessory to him cheating on his girlfriend. I was sickened with myself just as much as I was by his behavior. I realized then and there the kind of despicable scum with which I was dealing. He never wanted to be my friend. He did not respect me or any of the other women in his life. It became abundantly clear that his intentions were anything but honorable. I resolved to break off our friendship from that point on. I wrote him a letter to apologize if I had misled him, but explained that, in light of my realizations, I no longer believed we could maintain our friendship. 

He was enraged to say the least. He went, for lack of a better term, “crazy.” He stalked me. He wrote nasty messages about me on social media to garner sympathy from his friends for being the proverbial “bad guy.” He left a thirteen page note at my doorstep. He slashed the tires on my friend’s car. He sent me angry e-mails for months, calling me every horrible name in the book, telling me that I was an “ungrateful piece of shit” for taking advantage of his friendship. He even threatened to kill himself, asserting that I’d driven him to that point. 

Up until then, I’d done my best to ignore the harassment, hoping it would eventually go away. When I tried to reach out to those close to him in fear that he would take his own life, he taunted me and told me that I “wasn’t worth it.” I blamed myself. I thought that I had done something to set him off. It was my fault for mistreating him.

Here’s the part of the story where I wish I’d known what I know now: It was not, nor was it ever, my fault. I owned up, apologized, and tried to part ways on reasonable terms. He was the one who couldn’t and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was the one who tried to hurt me. He was the reason why I needed to obtain a restraining order. 

My freshman year of college, when I’d thought things had subsided, I received a threatening message that stated his intention to find, rape, and kill me. Not only did he send this message to me, but he sent other messages to those close to me, stating his intentions to harm my friends and family. Going to the local police yielded no help. It wasn’t until I called the school police at my university that I was able to get help. I was in fear for my life and the lives of those close to me. I thought that I’d brought this on myself and was paying the consequences. 

Let me reiterate here and now: Nobody deserves to be stalked and threatened. A “no” is not an invitation to be hunted down and coerced. It was not my fault. 

Out of the kindness of my heart, I spared this individual jail time. While I will admit that the thought of him rotting away in prison felt just, I knew what he needed was mental help. I gained a restraining order and eventually moved on with my life. He made one attempt to break the order in the middle of a temple service during the Jewish High Holy Days. Since then I have, thankfully, never heard from him again. I hope very much to keep it that way. 

The bottom line? You do not owe anyone anything. If someone doesn’t take “no” for an answer, it is not your fault. Nor should you feel obligated to explain yourself or apologize for rejecting their advances. As the old saying goes: “No means no.” Everyone should respect this. It’s not a matter of girls versus guys, guys versus girls, or anything of the sort. We are all people trying to make it through this life in a world full of craziness. Each and every one of us is deserving of respect. Please be kind to one another. Learn from your experiences and the experiences of those around you. Try and make this world a better place for all of us. 

I’ll leave you with these immortal words from the late, great Kurt Vonnegut: 

“There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.'”

-Anonymous