I won’t lie, I’ve read a lot of relationship books. I’ve read books about how to make him love you from the point of view of a 30 year old woman who says to be strong and empowered, that men love an independent woman. I’ve read books by idiot women who’s tips range from not wearing pearls because they remind him of his grandma to make sure you have perfect etiquette at dinner parties. I’ve read books by dating match-maker divas that claim you should date like a man and always be juggling at least 3 men at any time so that your attention is never focused solely on one. I’ve read books by the men that these women are trying to catch on how to catch them. You know what I’ve learned?
It’s a load a crap. The entire world is so concerned with how to make him love us. What I’m wondering is, how is he going to make me love him? Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve been there. He’s so great. He’s practically a god. And I’ve got a lot of confidence, I know I’m a great girl, so why the hell isn’t he into me? I’ve played hard to get, I’ve played it easy, I’ve been captivating, and fun, and I’ve disagreed with him, and shared interests with him. So why the hell hasn’t it worked?
Who the Fuck Cares. It’s true. We could sit here and listen to Taylor Swift all night. But the bottom line is, he’s just not trying fucking hard enough so give it up. Let the loser go. You wanna know how to make him love you? And yes, I know this to be true because despite mr. I can’t get no satisfaction, I’ve got plenty of guys who want me and my friends. You know why? Cause that the end of the day, all a good guy wants is a good girl.
Fuck this play hard to get bullshit. I’m done with the games. Ps. If you have to tell the world you’re hard to get, you probably aren’t. You want to know how to make him love you? Just be you. Be nice. Be polite. And if you aren’t having fun, leave. I just moved to a new town a week ago and I’ve already got this guy who can’t stop texting me. Why? Because I was happy to meet him, I was grateful for the drinks he bought me, and when he started making fun of me I didn’t have a single problem getting up and going to hang out with my girlfriend instead. Mad? Never. I wasn’t mad, I just wasn’t having any fun. Not a big deal. Just want to go hang out with my girl for a bit. You let me know when you want to start being nice. Till then. Kisses.
Guys don’t want you to play games with them. It isn’t about knowing the rules. Answer the text when you damn well feel like it. If you’re busy take a few hours. He’ll live. Feel free to forget you even got it. If he didn’t text back and you need an answer, fucking call because he is wasting your time and you don’t really give a shit if he thought the phone call was acceptable. He has phone, he can use it. And don’t ever stop smiling. You’re not mad, you’re more than happy to see him, always, until it stops being fun of course, and then your new/best friend is only a few seats away. It’s almost Effortless.
Stay Effortless for me girls.
