Rejection

A few years ago, I experienced my first rejection with a guy. I won’t go into the gory details, but let’s just say I was down for a few days (I even lost sleep because of it). It was a very disappointing experience and it’s not something I like to think about too much. The actual rejection itself was difficult to handle, but I don’t like thinking about the things that it led me to do. It sucked, but I’ve grown a lot stronger as a person in the last 3 years. Thinking back on it now, though it still stings a little, it’s hard to believe that I let some punk ass dude make me feel that way. Since then, I’ve developed a much better perspective on rejection and how to handle it.

Don’t get me wrong, I still hate rejection. But I’ve become pretty good at dealing with it. Nowadays, I don’t miss a beat when things don’t work out with a guy. I’ve also realized that a vast majority of the romantic let-downs I’ve experienced involved guys that were garbage anyway. And I’m not sour-graping it; they really weren’t worth thinking about. I was just caught up chasing them and got disappointed when the chase proved unsuccessful. I could have been chasing a John McCain look-alike, and been bummed if he somehow rejected me.

As I said before, things are way different these days. Over the past 2 months, I’ve been “talking” to this guy I met at a party. Things haven’t been working out (he doesn’t seem very interested), but the me from 3 years ago would have been hella depressed about the situation. The me of today was bummed for 3 nanoseconds, then kept it moving. In addition, I realized that I wasn’t really that into the guy to begin with. His body is real nice, his face is ok, but he has mush for brains. I feel like I’m carrying on a conversation with an 16 year-0ld wannabe playboy thug. Which wouldn’t be that bad if he wasn’t 30. So it’s cool if he’s not interested in me, because I’m not all that into him either. And as the commandment says, ”Thou shalt move on to the  next!”