So, you do what any rational, intelligent, emotionally mature woman does: You open Google.
So, turn off your phone. Put on your favorite record. Eat the ice cream. And let that man go find someone else to ignore. You’ve got better things to do than be an option.
But we refuse to read the one sentence we already know is true. He-s Just Not That Into You
But on day four? You realize you haven't checked your phone in three hours. You finish a whole chapter of a book. You go for a walk without analyzing the lyrics to sad songs.
Letting go of the one who isn't choosing you creates space . It empties out the couch cushion. It silences the phone notifications. And it feels terrible for about three days. So, you do what any rational, intelligent, emotionally
“Why isn’t he texting me back?” “Is he busy or is he losing interest?” “Signs he is just shy.”
If we admit he’s just not that into us, we have to do the hard thing: Eat the ice cream
And being alone feels boring compared to the fantasy of “what if he finally calls.” Here is the plot twist that the book taught me, but life had to beat into me: