He's just not that into you

I'm going to be real with you--I've been out of the game for a while. I've only been in one serious relationship in my 20-year blink on earth and one could say that my experience with boys is limited, but I've had enough to know this: they're doing something to our heads.

When I started losing weight I began to attract more attention from guys (that's a whole separate blog, don't worry). Naturally, after spending what seemed like an eternity stranded in limbo in the Saharan Desert of Solitude, I was ecstatic about the flattery.

But then a weird thing started happening.

Conversation would be flowing splendidly, snapchats ebbing and flowing with casual ease and then...nothing.

The humiliation of the opened Snapchat. The audacity of the "read" text. These arbitrary media symbols haunted my subconscious, perpetually whispering "you aren't good enough", "he's just not that into you" and fixing my head on a tempo'd swivel to check on the unread texts that weren't populating my phone screen.

I don't know if these guys were thinking any of those things. My best guess would be a 'probably not, you psychopath'. They're probably just living their life...like you should be doing.

But as much as I detested the 'inner girl' in me for her self-conscious rants, I couldn't silence her. The damage had already been done.

I'm not going to place blame on either sex for this phenomenon because we're both equally accountable for our actions and thoughts.

But girls:

We have got to stop the waiting and hoping. That shit might have been appropriate in the 20th century or the 50's-but we're in the Era of the Pussy Power now; you boss ass bitches go for who and what you want and don't think twice about that boy who blew you off (allegedly).

Games are for little boys and girls, so stop playing them.

I'd rather put myself out on the line and get flat-out rejected than sit with my hands folded on my lap waiting for a text that's never going to come.

Get out there girls. And don't look back.