Picture this: Table full of your girlfriends. Without us even wanting to, the conversation naturally drifts to the men in our lives. Someone asks you - how is it going with "what's his face"? You look at them and respond, "I have no idea." It was going well, you were cool and calm and fun and cute and completely you. BUT out of nowhere, his attentions changed, or he may have altogether vanished. Their eyes widen, and then they ask the question - "what did you do when that happened?" You roll your eyes, lower your head in shame, and hesitantly mutter that you (combo) called/text/IMed/e-mailed/facebooked five times in a row. They all nod, purse their lips, and that knowing look spreads across their faces. A short silence follows to reflect and reminisce on their own experience. Finally, someone speaks up, and states, "Ohhhh, you turned in to THAT girl." In unison, the ladies surrounding you bob their heads in acknowledgment.. because, at more points than they may care to recall, they have been ... THAT girl.
I am clearly not speaking about the girl that a man sees from across a room or crowded street and thinks - I want to talk to THAT girl. But rather, THAT girl, the "she is giving me a headache right now" girl. The "I don't think I should be talking to that crazy b*tch anymore" girl. The girl that texts ceaselessly into the late hours of the evening. The one that curses him out at the slightest inconvenience to her. The nutter that goes to his house because he stopped returning her messages and leaves a note in his mailbox. Ladies, we have all been here, albeit at different extremes. Gents, you have all met her (and some of you, are still with her.. and aren't going anywhere. You know it.)
What turns us in to THAT girl? Many different reasons. Our own insecurities come out full force when we sense an action that seems all too familiar to what may have happened with a sh*tty ex. So we react like we did back then. Well, that relationship didn't work out now, did it? Mmm hmm. It makes for a much smoother ride if we remember this is a new dude as soon as we step in to a situation, and that he deserves for you not to come in to it haunted by the bad bad exes of your past.
Frankly, what you perceive as his change in attention, may very well just be living solely in your head. He may be having his own moment, and that's allowed. Unfortunately, you go ahead and sabotage the hell out of it, and flip, when you should have either lent support, or stepped back and continued keeping your options open. Now you find yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment. You end up arguing with yourself, because he certainly isn't answering your messages to argue back. Silence on the other end is making you more dramatic, your messages become progressively longer and more colorful (sailors are blushing). There is the possibility that you threw your phone across the room and the battery flew out. Now you can't locate the back cover, and you are on your hands and knees, head under the bed blindly groping for the piece, sucking up dust bunnies and sneezing like a mutha. You wake up to a text in the morning reading, "umm, babe, I fell asleep". Oopsie. Now, you went and left evidence of crazy.
Or, you feel frustrated when they stop contacting you with the same frequency that was there in the beginning. At this point, you feel tricked because you were spoiled by the attention, and are now utterly confused. Good chance that you're thinking it was just ass, and now you're even more annoyed. Maybe feeling slightly stupid. THAT girl surfaces, and you look even dumber. You find yourself squatting between two dumpsters outside of a bar in the LES at 2:30 am screaming into a voice mail. Three times in a row because you kept getting cut off and you weren't done with your version of telling him about himself. You wake up the next morning, wishing someone told YOU about YOURSELF. (She told me it was because she didn't want the street full of hipsters staring, as if that move didn't attract a crowd. :) )
Some of you fellas, stay with THAT girl. I had a conversation with an ex not too long ago who now lives with his THAT girl. I told him I was probably single because I wasn't bitchy enough. He agreed, adding "the girl I am with right now? I am TERRIFIED of leaving her!". We can dissect that another time, because that kind, is a different beast altogether. I have seen her in action amongst many of my beloved friends, and thought.. if I was him, my ass would be running for the hills. Then again, I know it has worked for me on occasion because some of you that may be reading this, I have been THAT girl to, and we are good friends now. After coming to a balanced understanding, of course ;)Frankly, what you perceive as his change in attention, may very well just be living solely in your head. He may be having his own moment, and that's allowed. Unfortunately, you go ahead and sabotage the hell out of it, and flip, when you should have either lent support, or stepped back and continued keeping your options open. Now you find yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment. You end up arguing with yourself, because he certainly isn't answering your messages to argue back. Silence on the other end is making you more dramatic, your messages become progressively longer and more colorful (sailors are blushing). There is the possibility that you threw your phone across the room and the battery flew out. Now you can't locate the back cover, and you are on your hands and knees, head under the bed blindly groping for the piece, sucking up dust bunnies and sneezing like a mutha. You wake up to a text in the morning reading, "umm, babe, I fell asleep". Oopsie. Now, you went and left evidence of crazy.
Or, you feel frustrated when they stop contacting you with the same frequency that was there in the beginning. At this point, you feel tricked because you were spoiled by the attention, and are now utterly confused. Good chance that you're thinking it was just ass, and now you're even more annoyed. Maybe feeling slightly stupid. THAT girl surfaces, and you look even dumber. You find yourself squatting between two dumpsters outside of a bar in the LES at 2:30 am screaming into a voice mail. Three times in a row because you kept getting cut off and you weren't done with your version of telling him about himself. You wake up the next morning, wishing someone told YOU about YOURSELF. (She told me it was because she didn't want the street full of hipsters staring, as if that move didn't attract a crowd. :) )
Before you put his number on speed dial and call for two hours straight, only to yell, hang up, call, yell, hang up... work on being THAT woman. The one who says "Screw you" out loud, to YOURSELF, in YOUR OWN space. Then... breathe. Because we all know we wake up the next day and regret what we've said or done and are pretty annoyed with ourselves. Maybe you wake up just fine and forgot what was bugging you in the first place, then remember and call yourself a dumbass and laugh it off. You realized that you can't take it back, so you better cut that sh*t out. If by some chance he likes you enough to come back, then don't do it again. This piece gets easier as you get older, and as the relationship gets steadier and more communicative. I hear it helps if you get yourself a buffer (or two). That wonderful friend that knows you better than you know yourself, and call her before mayhem is unleashed.
When the emotions start going awry, figure out first if that is because of you, or him. If it's you, then STOP RIGHT NOW. Realize what your deal is first, you may be the one that needs a break until you get that sorted. If it's them, and there was no honest explanation, then say good riddance. If you were offered a rationale, then honor it. There really is no need to beat dead horses, those b*tches aren't going to rise just because you command them to. Say what you need to say as calmly as possible so it doesn't eat you up, and know when to peace out when you need to. Easier said than done, but TRY and forget how ridiculously amazing the sex was and that you had toe curling, back arching orgasms almost every time. *Sigh*
If all that's left is a vapor trail and you are determined to have that WHY answered, then I will obligingly answer that for you right now: He is an idiot. That's WHY. Don't be one too.
Keep it movin' ladies. For your dignity, and your sanity.