How to admit he's a douchebag and move on.

I wish that I had a good answer for the title question of this blog. But I dont. I dont think anyone does. Why is it that a second a guy is falling all over you you dont want them anymore? Why is it that the more of a douchebag the guy is to you the more you want them?

Oh the thrill of a challenge. I met this guy right. And I woke up, from a lot of things, I felt like we connected. And I liked him, this doesnt happen often, in fact, I dont really like like anyone. So surprised as I was, it was nice to like someone again. We txted, we met up at 2am and made poor decisions, and then after a month of a pretty fun ride we sleep together and I dont hear from him again.

Classic.

This is not an unusual situation, its all about games and whos got the ball and all that nonsense. I am aware that girls over analyze everything to the upteenth degree but come on guys, be considerate. Having a lot of drama going on in your life, being incredibly busy, and whatever else your excuse may be, does not give you permission to treat me with disrespect. I'm sorry but you sleep with a girl you call them... it's just good manners. Sorry for the rant... moving on.

Anyway, there was nothing that indicated that we would not speak again, in fact we left off with him reassuring me that we would. Whatevs. So the real question is how does one move on? Let go of the douchbagery and not take it personally, when it seems nothing but personal.

Well there is the fact that I am pretty fantastic. I dont allow myself to think that very often, but perhaps I should do a better job of reminding myself on a daily basis. Just because he has some emotional hang ups that incite him to treat me like dirt does not mean that I deserve it. It does mean that in that moment I am being stupid by allowing someone to treat me that way, but really its because I am not afraid to love, not in the I love you forever romeo and juliet kind of way, but in the way that I allow myself to feel things for people, I let my heart dictate my actions and tend to ignore my brain, possibly a little too often. Its ironic that someone with so many walls can trust their emotions to people so easily, but it is not often that I find someone I like enough to do so, so when I do I know its something I need to persue.

But I digress. The point is, women go after the men who challenge them, they want the men who are difficult, and I dont think that will ever change, I dont think that will ever change in me, but what I can try to do from here on out is attempt to remember 1. he's a douchbag and 2. I am fantastic.

I suppose thats all you can do. Until you find someone with just the right balance of gentlemanlyness and douchbagery...