Secretly, I always want to be The Exception. I'm The Rule. Most of us are, it's not news. It shouldn't make me feel upset. It shouldn't make us, women, as a collective, as a whole, feel upset. That's ridiculous! Most men are The Rule for me. You, too, don't lie. They're The Rule. And, well, actually, all of them are The Rule for me thus far.
It's the ego thing. It doesn't matter that I don't really like this guy. I still want him to fawn over me. I don't even have enough time to compile my list of vapid reasons for why he isn't right for me before feeling slighted. He's not tall enough, he's vegan?!, he doesn't have a real job, he was married before, he lives far away, he's emotionally unavailable, he's annoying the shit out of me, he's never been in a real relationship, he doesn't know who Bukowski is, he smokes. Ringing true?
We don't even like him. We're just obsessed with ourselves.
Now I'm projecting.
So.
I just read an article in the very fancy Glamour magazine, and there was a quote in there along the lines of:
If a man likes you, you'll know,
but if he doesn't, you'll be confused.
So that's it: The Exception. The Rule. Let's not be confused. Let's stop being so egocentric, and so angry that a date, multiple dates, texts, seeing his friends around town like it's your job, dating other people, sex - it doesn't all equate into true love for every man you meet.
I'm projecting again.
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