He's Just Not That Into You
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Extraordinary -- Liz Phair
I started reading this book, and it's already making me feel so much better about dating. Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's not even him. Maybe he's just not that into me. That would be okay. Not everyone can be into me. I'm certainly not into everyone I meet.

This common sense mantra passes as wisdom, somehow. When he doesn't call, it seems pretty obvious he's not that into me, but I make excuses and wonder if it's something I've done to make him change his mind. Silliness. He's just not that into me. If he was, he'd make the effort. No one's that busy.

I saw the sailor again tonight. And no, it wasn't a glorious ocassion. It was a bonfire. And he came with another girl he'd met at last week's party, a girl who doesn't even like him as anything but a friend. I know this because she mentioned him at volleyball this morning, and then, while she was sitting beside me, she called to invite him to the bonfire later. I kept quiet to her about knowing him, but when I saw him, I walked right up to him, and I was actually a little thrown off when he remembered my name and immediately said he'd meant to call. He said my phone number was still in his friend's phone. I didn't fall for it, and I wasn't at all upset. He's just not that into me. No offense to her, but anyone who finds her personality fabulous just isn't going to love me, and quite honestly, seeing that he's into someone who is so completely unlike me makes me "just not that into" him.