On Friday night, there wasn't much of anything going on. It was raining out, and made for bad "partying" weather. I was over at a friends drinking, and we ordered a pizza. While we were waiting for it, my friend Kari started talking about this Oprah episode her mom had taped for her, and she wanted us all to watch it. Before you stop reading just because I like Oprah, get over it. She has some good shows damnit. And I think she looks good with her new curly hair. But anyways, the name of the segment was "He's Just Not That Into You". This guy Greg something was on, and he was a writer for Sex in the City, a show that I loved. There was this one epsiode where Miranda was telling the girls about her date the night before. She had asked her date to come up stairs, but he declined saying he had to be up early, but he would call her. All the girls agree that he sounds promising, that it's ok that he didn't want to come upstairs. Carrie's boyfriend of the moment was there, and Miranda asks him for his opinion. He says, "Do you want to know honestly what I think?" Mirand says yes, and he goes "Well, he's just not that into you." They are all horrifed that he would say that, but Miranda starts to think about it, and realizes he's right. So the guy who wrote that episode was the Greg guy, and he also wrote a book called, you guessed it, He's Just Not That Into You. There were all these girls on the show, asking Greg for advice, and after 2 or 3 of them, you knew what he was going to tell them each time. One girl said that this guy never called when he said he would, they had only gone out twice in 2 months, what is the problem? He's just not that into you! It's so simple. If we would only realize that, we wouldn't spend countless hours trying to dissect everything a guy does. It opened up all of our eyes, us 5 girls who were watching it. We were like "Holy shit, it's that easy, who would have thought?" No more wondering whether he's going to call, none of that bullshit. You just need to accept it!
There was this one guy who talked on the show, and he was explaining how there are 4 different "tiers" of women, Tier 1, Tier 2, Tier 3 and Tier 4.
Tier 1 = Always pick up their calls and see them when you can.
Tier 2 = You'll probably pick up the phone if she calls,
but not as often as a Tier 1.
Tier 3 = Pick up if you have nothing better to do.
Tier 4 = Avoid at all costs.
Seeing that made me realize that I am Tier 78 to Eric, the guy I bitched about in my last blog. He didn't even end up calling me Friday, or Saturday. But he did call me today, saying "I might come up there next weekend." Yeah right, assrammer. I don't even want you to anyways now. I mean, I obviously knew that I wasn't Tier 1 or 2 or 3 for him, I'm not delusional. But I don't need his shit in my life, regardless. So screw you Eric. I'm not falling for your shit anymore, or getting myself all worked up over you. I can be somebodies Tier 1, and I know it's not going to be with you. Ok, ok, I know I'm getting all "Go women! We hate all men!" on you, but I mean holy fuck. That Oprah show just totally opened my eyes to all this shit. So if anyone reading this is wondering, "He hasn't called in a week, I wonder if he still likes me" just remember he's not that into you. And I'm sure it works both ways. I mean, if I tell some guy I'll call him or whatever, and I don't, then I guess I'm not that into you either. Or I'm too much of a pansy to call. Guys should still call girls damnit, I don't care if that sounds old fashioned or not. Watch Oprah bitches.