And this too, shall pass...

He's just not that into you.

That's a book title. One of the million self-help books that help you heal and get over him.
The ridiculousness that Men are has spawned a multi-million dollar industry (in the form of books, Kleenex and cupcakes.)

I'm going to tell you a boy meets girl story.

Boy meets Girl. Falls head-over-heels in Lust. Pursues Girl relentlessly. Manipulates, brainwashes and bribes the Girl into accepting his 'love.' Girl really does start liking boy, in that way only women can. Boy gets bored, or decides that this is not what he wants for now (for ever, actually). And then, Boy dumps, and wakes up the next day, and performs his daily ablutions not knowing that Girl is crying her heart out. A pattern that would continue for at the least, six months.

This I've seen happening many, many times with my own two myopic eyes, I swear.
These humgously talented, Beauty Paegent-type looks girls. Being miserable and mourning for very-ordinary Average Joes.

It irritates me to no small degree. It's like King Midas crying for a lost penny. I'm supposed to say something comforting? "I'm so sorry he dumped you; now you have to settle for some gorgeous person who is in love with you instead of this immature, insecure idiot?"
Get over it. Really.

He dumped you. He dumped you for being loyal, kind and intelligent. I'm telling you, he's finally realized that he could never match up to you. And he does not want to be Shrek to your Fiona.
And believe it or not, THIS TOO SHALL PASS.

Cry as much as you want. Cry, sob, spread snot on your sympathetic friend's shirt. Then, wipe your tears. Dance to Puddle of Mudd 'She Hates Me.' (substituting She with He, obviously). Eat your favourite comfort food (mine happens to be baked potato).
Dress up. Flirt outrageously. Paint the town red.

But beware. He's still not going to want you back. But there will be a time when you wouldn't want him to want you.

Worked for me.

What you're really scared of, is that you might get over him. You don't want to get over him, because of that addictive feeling, a feeling that you name Love.
Listen to your mothers. It is the work of the Devil. (Shaytaan, Iblees, says mine.)

And there's another book you might want to add to your iBook list.
Be Honest, You're Not That Into Him Either.