As my housemate Mystic Meg was leaving, she dropped me off "He's just not that into you" with the strict instructions to read it. Read it. Read it.
Meh, I looked at the cover and I thought what the hell right? I'll just skim through it and then go back to reading something more.. substantial.
That book took my brain and exploded it into tiny tiny pieces [in a good way]
Look, I'm no mensa genius but I'm hardly Forrest Gump either but it took concrete black and white text to drive the message right home.
If the guy doesn't call- he's just not that into you.
If the guy makes excuses about why he didn't call- he's just not that into you.
If the guy doesn't want to hang out with you- [etc etc]
If the guy makes excuses not to hang out with you [etc!]
Here is the bottom line: Guys are not that complicated- if they really want to call you/text you/hang out with you- they will make the time and the effort to do so. If they don't want to do any of those things, they won't- you're the fool for waiting around and excusing it and he's the asshole.
Yesterday I begged someone to stay with me [hooray for dignity!], I was barefoot and in tears and yet he still drove off. And as I dragged my bedraggled ass home, I wondered how I got myself into that situation. What happened to my feminist instincts and why was I in that situation?
Today, now that I've read the book- I realise that all the aborted phone calls, the refusal to stay, the unreplied smses all lead to one basic conclusion [deep breath]: Ta-dah! He's just not that into you!
Apparently I needed it to be spelt out to me like a first grader. At least, it was spelt out.
And I feel much much lighter- much much happier and much readier to get on with my life.
I never thought I'd say this but girls, please go run out and get this book
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