Whether you are male, female, somewhere in between, or Dutch, it’s shitty when you are interested in someone and then they pick someone else. You get all nervous and stupid whenever they are around, and in your mind you play out how you know it will end up. Weeks of effort put into looking like you’re being casual and gentlemanly, and one day you’ll be standing at the other end of the room/mall/Salvation Army parking lot, then that moment when she realizes you were right there all along, followed by slow motion running, possibly a saxophone solo in the background, ect. Just like in real life.
However, nothing is ever like that, and I’ve had my fair share of being overlooked for some other guy. It happens to everyone (even you, don’t play coy) but you get over it and try again. Now normally when this happens, I size up the winner in question and evaluate what he has that I don’t. And in doing so, I can be like “Ok, well I’ll never be that tall.” or “I’m just not the ‘bad boy’ type”, and be satisfied that I wouldn’t change or become an asshole just to get some chick.
In this case however, I don’t even know what to make of it. In this instance, the girl, XXXXXX picked an old ex over me. That in of itself is understandable, but this guy is waaaaay lower on the scale then me. The man is straight up goofy looking, socially awkward, a self-absorbed asshole (and not in the bad-boy douche sense either), and emotionless. And the fact that he broke up with her, stopped talking to her, blah blah blah, it only made her swoon harder.
Shape up women!
