I suffer from low self esteem when it comes to my social capabilities, and not entirely undeserved (although apparently, I am usually well liked, although until now, my social life was usually shallow), but rape or having a slave would be the thing furthest from satisfying. A woman who is her own being, who willingly decides to put up with my flaws because she recognises my true inner beauty (and my mind certainly is beautiful, admittedly in a weird way that would not be something for everyone, but I would not want an ordinary women for wife, anyways), one who manages to gain intimacy with me (I am reclusive even towards those closest to me (my mother), and I am very prudish when it comes to my own sexuality; to get me to allow myself to have sex would probably take a lot of work), to be one of two people that belong together, that is what my metaphorical heart desires.
If I cannot treat a woman as an intellectual equal, she does not romantically interest me, because intellect and scientific passion are the most important aspects of my personality - always were, always will be - and if I cannot share these with her, if I cannot lead insightful conversations following convulted paths with her, if I cannot love her intellect, we most assuredly are incompatible. To me, the ideal marriage is not merely equal, but congenial.
Long story short: You are not even speaking for all fat basement ghouls*.
* Admittedly, I am probably too young to really qualify as a basement ghoul (I will turn 22 in a few days and am currently working on my bachelor's thesis), and I know this year marks the beginning of a new stage in my life: my maturation into a true adult.
PS :Am I right in assuming that by "nice guy", Neo-Misogynists do not actually mean men who actually treat women with respect and win the love of an equal this way, but creeps who occasionally perform casual-acquaintance-level niceties with no effort to mask that they are just trying to get into her pants, followed by a pick-up line so lame most pornographers would be ashamed of it, optionally insult or threaten her when she rejects them, and then run off to sulk and whine about women being sooooo mean? Unfortunately, I think I can see how even becoming an arrogant sleazy macho "bad boy" might still be an improvement for them: With the macho, I know that he will treat me like crap, but he might still be good enough for an one-night-stand, and and he is unlikely to pester me afterwards. The creep... well, maybe he actually is a well-meaning guy who simply has no idea how to approach women, but it is safer to assume that he is up to no good - a stalker, a date rapist, a "conventional" rapist, a serial killer even - in short, the kind of man towards whom one should never act in ways they might interpret as encouragement, where it might be a good idea to call the cops.