Not what I was expecting

A beautiful woman called me a “Nice Guy”.
Doah!
Talk about the kiss of death. Ladies, please remember, if you call any guy a “Nice Guy”, he may take it as insulting.

To prove a point, I decided to upload a questionable post and watch the reactions. I wondered, to myself, what type of slime ball names I would be called. I was certain that I had taken this to the line, without exceeding its limitations too drastically. I did not wish to offend, or be too humorous; and yet, still invoke a reaction.

We interrupt this post with the following visual:

Picture a podium before a group of unsorted characters. Each audience member dressed in such a manor, as to indicate a social, economical, or ethical background. As the microphone is switched on, every eye in the room focuses toward the speaker. In a humble, yet, confident voice, the speaker remarks,

“Hello, my name is Reach….
And, I am a nice guy!”

I was hoping for a- well, at the very least, more animated comments page on this last post.

Reach