it's not a cliche. he's just not that into you

i get it. i do. the whole he's just not that into you thing.

why do women torture themselves with this ridiculousness? why can't we just be a man and move on, over to the next conquest, dusting our hands as we go along?

if he doesn't answer your e-mail, he's not interested.

if he still doesn't call after you ask your friends to interfere by giving him your number, he is definitely not interested.

it's not because he's been deployed on some top secret mission and has been secretly flown out of the country the day after meeting you. or lost his phone. or that he never checks his e-mail (i mean, who on earth does not check their work email daily in this day and age, right?).

i mean the man isn't even english so the standard englishman bullshit doesn't apply to him. though the stereotypical behaviors of men in his culture are a touch worse...

so why did he seem interested that night?
does he just like anything pretty when he's drunk five martinis?
was his girlfriend out of town that night? leaking roof? broken heating?

the problem with over thinking is now i'm wondering why he's not into me.
or why he momentarily was.

the most likely explanation is that he just wanted to scratch an itch that night. a thanks and make sure the door locks behind you and have a nice life type thing. it's ironic when it's the girl who also wants that.

so how do you play ball again if you're not even in the same park?