Well…You Are Just Not My Type…(Part 1)

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You know the story.  You meet her where boys meet girls: at work, on Facebook, in a bar, at the gym, through a friend.  You find her cute, but it’s not love at first sight. No. It’s love at first conversation.

You take her out, or call her up—and just like that, you start spending time together.  You found yourself feeling remarkably clever: interested, and in equal measure, interesting.  She giggles from witty banter to searing insight to sexual innuendo.  Then it happens.  You feel tingling all over.

Before you know it, you’re calling her daily. Texting, e-mailing, IM’ing from work. You’ve never met a girl this witty, deep, and down-to-earth in your life. It’s almost like she’s not a girl (besides her wildly-increasing good looks). She swears like a trucker, jokes about sex, and eats and drinks you under the table.  But then there are other times, like when she strokes your hair, when she tells you that shirt looks good on you, or when she brushes her smoothly shaved legs against yours.

Soon, you can’t stop smiling around the office, remembering something she said last night.  You’re catching yourself doing the little things she says you do (e.g. avoiding confrontation, slouching).  Somehow it doesn’t bother you that she makes a point of correcting your flaws.  You find the sharp tongue sexy, and adore the cutting wit.

Then you begins to wonder.  Is she the one?  Could this be love? Sure, you two haven’t put a label on what you’re doing. But you don’t need to.  When you add it all up – how well she understands you, how quickly you two clicked – you know she is something special.  You have never felt so comfortable so soon with such a woman in your life.  You two share private jokes, Pad Thai, a Deep Connection, and movie nights.  You laugh and joke. She spends the night.  She sleeps in your bed.  You do things for her (i.e. heavy lifting); she chooses things for you (i.e. flat-front pants).

But you call her once, and there’s a guy in the background. When you call her back, she’s too tired to talk.  Something is changing with subtlety and suddenness, and you don’t know what it is.  Soon the signs are obvious.  There are other guys.  You turn to your  friends. They insist: she’s not that into you.

But what about that First Conversation? What about your Deep Connection? Unless she is a sociopath, she must be feeling something. How could you guys talk for six hours straight if you didn’t share a mutual bond? Why did she spend the night last night if she doesn’t know what she wants?  How do you explain how she makes you feel, if she’s not that into you?

Well, honestly, you are just not her type…But what the hell does that mean?

Source:  Source: “Undercover Sex Signals” by Leil Lowndes

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