He's Just Not That Into You

So I have to admit...I love the movie and the book He's Just Not That Into You.  Growing up without brothers or really any boys around it was quite a life changing movie.

The movie starts out with showing a little girl who was told by her mom that the reason the boy called her a poopy face is because he likes her. So the cycle begins of girls believing the reason a boy is treating her badly is because he likes her. And as women we like to encourage this madness. We tell each other that its ok that he's not calling you, seeing you, pursuing you because they know someone who knows someone who didn't get called, didn't get pursed right away...and it worked out and they are happy. Yet we don't want to even the whisper the reality that maybe just maybe he's just not that into you.

Why are we so busy running after people who aren't running after us. Why are we so busy thinking that eventually things will change and they will be right by our side. If we only try harder, look hotter, speak cooler that he'll change his mind.

Yet somehow time after time we find ourself standing alone with a broken dream. A dream that only we fed into. A dream that we tried to push into a reality no matter who we hurt along the way, even if its yourself.

I love the ending quote in the movie, "Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. "

Your guy is out there. He'll be running after you and pursuing you . You won't have to make anything happen it'll just be. Just don't give up hope.