We all have that guy in our lives, you know the one I'm referring to. He walks tall, he's always effortlessly put together and he looks at you like...well that's just it. He doesn't look at you. Maybe he used to, back in the day, back before he decided he could move on from girls like you or maybe he's never given you the time of day. Maybe that's the reason he's always on your mind. He's a mystery; he's taunting you with the fact that he ignores your very existence.
I've had a few guys in my life like that. And usually I don't like to name drop, but I feel like I have to. The first one was named John, John Stamos. Now, John went out of his way to just blatantly ignore me. Once, when he came to New Orleans to visit, he didn't even tell me that he was coming. I had to find out by a photo on Instagram that he was even back in town. I was livid.
But John isn't the only man in my life to just drop me like a hat. There was one boy when I was in high school, his name was Scotty. Scotty McCreery, and I met when I was 16 and it was love at first sight, but then Scotty left town. And after he left, I couldn't even get him to tweet me on my birthday. It was embarrassing.
And the most recent of this type of guy, was Miles. Miles Teller. I thought Miles was different. I met Miles in a moment of sweet serendipity; we were both dining at the same Mexican restaurant when I spotted him. I casually made my way over to him and we started a conversation. We took a photo. He acted as if he was going to see me again, or try to, and he stayed in town for months. But that was the only time I saw Miles. I saw photos of him parading himself around town for months, and yet nothing.
You know, maybe I shouldn't be placing all of the blame on the guys in this case. I mean, it's not their fault that they're funny or charming. And it's not their fault that they have this complex to just string girls along like they aren't actually another human being. And it really isn't their fault that they write love songs that are totally about you, even though they never explicitly say your name or anything. And just as it is not their fault, it is also your right to keep reminding them of your presence. Whether that be tweeting them every day, or casually placing yourself in their vicinity so they are forced to see you, well, that's up to you.
So here's to the guys who change their minds as often as they change their clothes. And here's to the girls who become better people because of them. We don't need your tweets, or you phone calls, or even your casual glances. Because every time you ignore us, we get the opportunity to find someone better. (I'm talking about you, JJ Lane.)
