I’ll be completely honest: I’ve never understood men. Ask any man and they will happily tell you that it is actually us women who are the enigma. After 22 years on this planet, I am no naive child – I know I have a lot to learn. But why do I always have to learn my lessons about men the hard way? Is it that I am so blind to what is in front of me, that I’m impervious to what is going on around me?
What I don’t understand, is that things can be great for prolonged periods of time. Wonderful, even: so wonderful that you might not see the signs. A slight change in attitude here, an un-replied text message there – pretty soon there is no contact at all. You stare at your bloody phone all bloody day waiting for a message, or a phone call, or some kind of confirmation that they are still thinking about you. Some beacon of light cutting through the fog, assuring you that they are thinking about you as much as you are thinking about them (although being female there is no way guys think about things as much as we do).
Why do we wrap ourselves up in this little cocoon, assuming that we are not alone in our feelings? We know that we are only setting ourselves up for heartache, right? Right. We know this. We know this so well, that we have begun to block out that little voice in our head. That little voice that tells us he’s just not interested. And it doesn’t matter how many freaking times I watch He’s just not that into You, I still analyse every single thing that is said, done, or displayed. I was watching the movie the other day, and there is a scene when one of the main characters talks about seeing ‘signs’ that a particular boy liked me. Her friend rushed over stating ‘Oh! I love signs’ and the proceeded to decode them. I sat there and shook my head in disgust, realising that these two women were representing – not only me – but every other desperate single girl I know. It actually made me sick.
I blame men. And romantic comedies for raising a generation of women with unrealistic and ridiculous expectations. But mainly men.
Men push us around and manipulate us to the best of their abilities. When they are bored with us, they gradually break off contact until there is prolonged period of time in which silence is the norm. When they decide you are worthy of their time again, they will contact you again. And the ones who you think will be different, the men who you think you can count on – you know the ones who you were friends with for a long time first? – even they let you down eventually.
That’s it from me, folks: short and sweet. If you were looking for a purpose from this, I’m sorry. But sometimes, you need to just get things off your chest.
Until next time....
E. xx
