Hell, it happens to the best of us. (I will admit it's happened to me
on more than one occasion.) You meet a guy. You start talking to him.
You find common ground, exchange numbers and then you end up finding out
he is just not as into you as you are him. I have seen situations like
this go very well and I have seen them go very badly.
If
you are what I like to call "the marriage and a machete" type, you have
already made it up in your mind that you two are married with 2.5 kids,
he cheated on you and you want to find him and start chopping him up.
"If He Didn't Wanna Be With Me, He Shoulda Just Told Me. It Ain't Like
I'm Desperate" becomes a sorta of mantra of yours if you are one of
those types.
You could possibly be one of
those "sorrows and cyanide" types. This is the girl who finds every
reason from not having enough eyelashes to the lifeline in her palm not
being long enough that this guy doesn't like her. She curses her mother
for giving her brown eyes, sits at home, drinks and cries as she
contemplates how many of her friends she has to stop hanging out with
because they are the types he just MIGHT be attracted to besides her.
I
find that these situations work best for the "shrug 'n stroll" type.
These are the one who know it sucks that the feelings aren't mutual,
admit to themselves that they might have misread the signs, shrug it off
and stroll on (I'll go ahead and say it because I know y'all are
quoting Jigga anyway) on to the next one. This doesn't mean you are
fickle or heartless. You just choose to open yourself up to new
possibilities rather than dwell on what could have been.
You
want to choose a way of dealing that ends with everyone alive, in tact
and needing the least amount of medication possible. So, before you pull
out the machete or pour yourself a tall glass of poisonous pity, shrug
it off and take a stroll. You'll love the places you end up.
TK
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