It’s there: that knee-high golden trophy that you’ve been working your butt off to get. Maybe it’s at a party in a really nice pair of jeans or maybe it’s at the grocery store showing off a wicked sense of humor. Either way, you’ve had your eyes on the prize and you know what you deserve. You want to win. You want to come out on top (or on the bottom, that’s more of a preference thing) and hold that trophy up for all to see.
That, generally speaking, is the basics of dating. Wanting to obtain the other person, the trophy, to gain a sense of victory that is more fulfilling. And sometimes its nice to think of yourself as the prize that is sought after.
It’s fun to picture yourself at a jousting tournament and that those knights are trying to knock each other over just for the privilege of having your handkerchief along with them when they go to battle. But, when in real life, you look out and there is not a single guy laying himself out for your attention, it can be a little unsettling.
You can check your breath, your personal musk, and your general appearance but sometimes there’s just no suitor adding gifts to the piles left behind by your many other invisible suitors.
That’s bad enough.
Then there is the guy who chooses to come back to you because he got rejected by another girl.
Nothing says “Hey, you aren’t that bad-looking” like the dejected look on this guy’s face. And sometimes you think this is the best you’ll get. And you let yourself ignore the look.And just like that you become his consolation prize.
Being a consolation prize is a little like being in dating limbo, not a friend but not dating either. You’re suspended in between the two.
So, how do we stop you from being stuck in this awful situation? Easy:
DON’T IGNORE THE LOOK.
Don’t subject yourself to this. No matter how few men are knocking at your door, don’t let your guard down for a few haphazard kisses. It’s never worth it. No matter how much you like kissing or how good he is at kissing.
And for those of you who are consolation prizes or didn’t realize it until right now: go get mad. Go hit balls. Take a club and go to the driving range. Get a bat and go to batting cages. Hell, get a paddle and play a competitive game of ping-pong. Just hit something round. And then when he comes back with that pathetic look on his face you won’t hit him in his balls but you will say hell no.
And you’ll be free. Free to find the guy that thinks of you like this: