Please don’t call me nice. I hate it. I really do.
I often make a show of being a curmudgeon, especially online. But the fact is that I was raised to be a gentleman and of all the things that might have stuck, dammit that one did. So I am usually polite. I usually treat people in a friendly manner even if they are not my friends. I say please and thank you, even if what I’m asking for is part of your job. I am patient and helpful by nature and by profession.
I would very much prefer any of those (polite, friendly, patient, helpful, etc.) or similar descriptions to nice. Nice is far too general, too impersonal, too non-descriptive, and to me at least, a little insulting. Calling someone nice means that you haven’t really given any thought to what it is you like about them. Nice is what you call your cousin… or your blind date…. But please, not me!
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See…if I ever say that, I mean it as a great compliment. I’ll think twice now when it comes to men;)
how about suave… i always liked that word, suave. yeah.
suave is nice, it’s nice with a slighlty different look in the eyes….
btw, thanks for the sweet comments.