just thoughts......

Why do we, we meaning women, make excuses, in our head about men?

We (I'm going to keep saying we because it makes me feel better but for this posting it is really me)

So here's the story......you send a text or an email and you wait.

and wait.

and while waiting, you start to think random crazy things like maybe his phone is dead. Maybe he hasn't had an opportunity to get online. Maybe he's whatever.

And then you see a facebook status update----done from his phone no less.

And all of those excuses that I've made up in my head come crashing down.

Drew Barrymore talks about this in He's Just Not That Into You movie......about how we miss the days of one phone and one answering machine and either there was a message or not. Now, we have all sorts of portals to be rejected by.......in my case today yahoo messenger, email, facebook, myspace and text.........that all go to my blackberry that I am checking constantly
And I know that this begins when we were little.........when the boy chases you on the playground to hit you and we tell ourselves that it's because he likes us.

And don't get me started on the chase..........why do we have to always be running or hoping to be chased......what the heck???

So I am ending this on a quote............

He's Just Not That Into You (2009) - Memorable quotes
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.