Learn the 18 most common reasons for why a guy doesn't like you back and how to deal with them.
Guys are difficult creatures. We don't always understand what's going through their minds, especially when it comes to dating and relationships. We've all been there when the guy we like doesn't like us back, but we often don't know why. Our expert reveals eighteen reasons along with eighteen solutions to moving on.
All too often we overlook the three most important essentials of a real relationship.
Looking back, it seems so obvious to me. Of all the qualities I was looking for in a guy, of all my “must haves” on my quest for finding Mr. Right, I didn’t pay nearly enough attention to the three things that actually really mattered.
1. He's available, both physically and emotionally.
Find out why your first date with him ended up being your last.
You went on a first date with an amazing man. You thought you looked great in that dress. You're pretty sure that he found the stories about your dog hilarious. You're certain that he didn't notice you got a little tipsy on all those cocktails. The problem is that he doesn't call. Or text. Or email. So, you decide to call your girlfriends to dissect every single thing he said and every single thing you did. Why didn't he ask you out again?
Exposing real, human vulnerabilities is a big step in any relationship and it comes in time.
Contrary to what you've heard, most men don't want to date their mothers. And, while we may want someone to take care of us while we're under the weather, we don't want you to see us vulnerable until we're ready for it. So, keep in mind that your guy may not be sick of you, he might be literally sick. With the cold or a flu.
These tired phrases have reached their pop culture expiration date.
Sometimes, the worst part of dating is having to endure the cliche phrases that accompany it. I swear, if one more person says, "He's just not that into you," I'm going to jump into my oven and never come out. It was fun back in 2003 when the phrase debuted on Sex and the City and then became the title of a book (and then a movie!), but let's be honest, it’s totally played out. I get it. I grasp the concept. He's just not that into me and if he was, he would be. Next PLEASE? I beg of you single population-at-large, let's make dating somewhat hip again so we can feel non-lame while engaging in it. Here are some dating phrases that we need to put the kibosh on. Add your suggestions for replacement phrases in the comments.
Women can fake orgasms. Men can fake entire relationships.
This juicy tidbit marking the romantic distinction between males and females recently made its way onto my Twitter feed. Enjoying a brief chuckle after reading it, I soon realized how closely this alleged truth hits home: my friend Jay is in a fake relationship and I’ve been wondering if I should tell the girl.
Months back, my friend Corey got a peculiar email from a woman with whom he’d gone on one date. The email included an invitation to a second meeting, a string of compliments…and a picture of the girl buck naked.
Corey spent the next several days titillated and curious, but mostly confused. What did the Naked Girl, as we named her, hope to achieve with such a move? If she was offering herself up as a booty call, should he dial her digits? If she was a damaged soul, how could he make a clean break? Ultimately, Corey was convinced to put an end to the madness.
I checked in with Corey about the Naked Girl the other day. He’s still seeing her.
Jack and I had our first romantic interlude on the 4th of
July. Back in college, going out with someone usually meant deciding
to end up in the same place, so I wouldn’t have called it a proper
date. We met at Boston’s Charles River Esplanade, watched a couple
bands and some fireworks, then Jack leaned over and said, “I dig you.”
The rest was history.
Over the years, I’ve come to believe relationships are meant to
teach us how to relate authentically yet continue to be our most
genuine selves. Some folks need to learn selflessness, others
intimacy, and some just need to learn to put the toilet seat down.
Kicking off my relationship life on Independence Day with Jack was
hardly an insignificant twist of fate. This first real love set me off
on an endless quest to learn the meaning of freedom. See, Jack already
had a girlfriend. Thus, our year-long liaison was an education in
For the second time this year, my friend Kim has had to tell a guy who offered to pay her for sex to get lost.
Though Kim is no bombshell, she’s certainly real-world hot. Great
bod, killer personality, enough sexual dynamism to ignite World War
III. Men write poems to her in European cafés, chat her up in bars
despite the presence of their wives and girlfriends, and friend her on
Facebook to tell her she’s still their “best” even if it’s been decades
since their roll in the hay.
When Kim was younger, she liked being a sexual supernova. No shame
felt she for her wanton ways, her colossal lustiness, her
stereotypically manly ability to separate sex from love. She wasn’t a
man stealer or desperate fool. Kim was a healthy sexual being, as whip
smart as she was sensual, as capable of meaty conversation as she was
blowing minds in the sack.
Then all in the same week, stuff happened. First, she had to tell