He's Just Not That Into You...MIND=BLOWN

Due to the fact that I have been taken down by a horrendous stomach flu, I spent the day in bed, dying, and watching reruns of Sex and the City, the Sex and the City movie, He's Just Not That Into You, and The Holiday. Needless to say, I'm on estrogen overload. But in fact, all the relationship themed eye fodder has really got me thinking. I did read the book "He's Just Not That Into You" last year. My copy of that book is even thoroughly highlighted in an attempt to permanently alter my female psyche in order to ward off the heartache that comes from chasing after a guy who really is not that into you. Alas, I have let myself forget the mind blowing lessons that I learned from that book. Being a woman is an interesting, interesting thing. My FAVORITE part is the whole over analyzing thing that we all do, about EVERYTHING. "Oh my gosh, did you see the way he looked at me? Was that like an "I love you" look or like an "I am pondering her beauty look" or maybe he just had something in his cornea?" And then of course, we drag our friends into it. And God bless em, they do their best. We all do. But at the end of the day, we rarely EVER tell them the truth! How many times do we wish that someone would just look us in the eye, at that moment when we're trying to make excuses for that douche bag guy who did something horrible, and just say "Honey, he's just NOT that into you. Now let him go and go out and find someone who is totally, completely, and irrevocably INTO YOU." Even months after a love affair ends, its like the analyzing still continues. I know I've done it, in fact, I'm still doing it right now! "What if I had said this? What did he mean by that? Maybe he got scared? Maybe I should have done this? What if this hadn't happened? He said this, but then he did that, what does that mean?" TORTURE! Seriously! What the hell is wrong with us girls??? I think its so hard to just admit that maybe, just maybe, you cared about someone much much more than they ever did about you, and thats why we torture ourselves with trying to come up with some creative answer to why that one guy didn't fall head over heels in love with you. At the end of the day though, why do we chase after these guys? There is nothing stronger than a woman's desire to stay with a man who does not deserve her. And why? Why do we chase after the one's who run? We're the ones who are supposed to be chased. One of my favorite lines from "He's Just Not That Into You" (the book version) is "Don't waste the pretty." AMEN. I'm working on this. It all comes down to realizing that you deserve the best. Its so cliche to say it, but so hard to actually follow through with that. Every rejection, every heartbreak seems to chip away at that self-worth. And sometimes, instead of taking the time to self-heal, we move right along to the next douchie guy who gives us attention. And thus continues the horrid cycle. From now on, I am seriously going to do my best to remember that guys are simple, simple beings. If they see something they want, they'll go after it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. And if a guy doesn't think I'm the best thing ever (which I am), then onto the next one. Its nothing to do with me, nor is it really anything about him, sometimes...there's just nothing there. And I definitely, DEFINITELY, will not allow a guy to treat me like an option, like a secret, like I'm disposable. The end. BAM.