He's Just Not That Into You

Being completely behind on the times, I finally picked up a copy of "He's Just Not That Into You" a few weeks ago. And I don't even mean the movie version. I read the entire book during an 8 hour road trip with The Sweet Boy to attend one of my college friend's weddings. The Sweet Boy was somewhat unnerved by the book.

And why shouldn't he be? Sure, it didn't help that I verbally "scored" him based on each chapter, but truthfully, he did a lot of things mentioned in that book to me. Basically what the book's philosophy boils down to is that actions speak louder than words. If he isn't calling you, isn't dating you, isn't having sex with you or is having sex with other people, he's not into you but is too afraid to say it. Did he do those things, yes. Does he do any of those things now, no.

A sane person would either say, "Everyone makes mistakes," and move forward with their new relationship. Or perhaps they wouldn't have given him a second, third, or forth chance. Clearly I am not a sane person (as though there were any doubt). Something won't let me put all my trust back into a relationship with him. Little things still conjure up painful memories of our past. Despite all the good things now, I keep thinking that his past actions still mean he's just not that into me.

Stupid insecurity. I need wine and ice cream.