Before I even knew what a Nice Guy was in terms of the Nice Guy syndrome, I thought of myself as just that—a Nice Guy. And I truly believed I was. When I first read *No More Mr. Nice Guy* about 15 years ago, it was like looking into a mirror. Every page felt like it was written about me. But there was one thing in that book that hit me hard, like a punch to the gut: as a Nice Guy, I was actually really manipulative.

I had these covert contracts, these unspoken deals where I’d give just to get. I’d pretend to be whatever someone wanted me to be, but in reality, I was just trying to get my needs met. My life was a lie. I was packaging nice as a way of manipulating others. My kind and accommodating nature was often a cover for a hidden agenda—to get what I wanted without feeling shameful or risking rejection or making someone mad at me.

Do you think small? Do you poo poo any big idea you have as far fetched? Do you feel like big ideas and big things are for other people? Is it hopeless or is there a cure for thinking small?

So you’ve heard of the nice-guy syndrome and why nice-guys finish last.

So what’s the female equivalent nice-guy syndrome and is she as nasty and manipulating as nice-guys or is she a helpless damsel in distress?

Let’s find out…