Who Are We Kidding, He's Just Not Into You!

Dating is ridiculous. I've come to that conclusion. I'm not saying that I date often enough to really lay my claim to the Gods of fate and destiny, but all in all, it's just the word dating when used as a verb feels simply ridiculous. I'm disenchanted by what dating has become versus what it use to be. The classic form of it - boy meets girl, boy asks girl out, takes said girl out - out doesn't mean come over and hang out, or let's grab some food at a diner or even meet me out with my friends for last call. Everyone is so ready for the shortcut to happiness that they forget about the courtship. The flirtation. The chase.

I'm currently watching "He's Just Not That Into You" and so much of this movie is so true. When women are too available, men don't want them. When men are too tentative, women don't see the spark. [Lights get brighter and the sound of a children s choir begins]

The funny thing is, we've all coddled our friends when "he" doesn't call, or ends up being a disappointment. We've even been on the receiving end of hearing from our best girlfriends after a situation with a guy doesn't work out that "he just doesn't know what he's got and he'll look back and be sorry" or "you can do better"...yada yada.

While all of it makes you feel better, gets you though the emotional roundhouse to the face, at the end of the day that's all it is. Comfort.

When he stops calling, when he treats you not a great as he use to, when he communicates only through texts, all of it really just leads to the inevitable. He's not interested. Maybe he's interested in touching your cash and prizes. But after that, he has no need to return to the bank. Let's face it, if you want to be more than just an ATM, you'll stop kidding yourself and embrace the rejection. At the same time, there's nothing wrong with taking out a $20 every now and then, if you know what I mean.

What I didn't like about the movie that I actually really liked about the book was that there were kitschy love stories woven throughout, that even though they are highly illogical, they work out. The book basically just told women to stop being ridiculous. Which was why it was such a success.

With that said, I do beleive that romantics and realists can share a heart. Case and point. I am a hopeful romantic, but I also have stopped believing all the B.S.

Is there one person for everyone? I'm not sure. A younger more naive version of me once thought so, but I don't know that I believe that anymore. I do believe there are people that help you get through certain parts of your life and that some people are lucky enough to find ones that stick around long enough to go through the bulk of life with each other. But what if that's just not in the cards for everyone?

What do you believe? I'm curious what the consensus really is out there.