You know the drill. She might have said something, done something, hell even showed you something that somehow in your mind doesn't add up and all of a sudden you choose to stop talking to her.
We've all done it. Thing is, we don't actually know why we do it.
It's one of those mysteries of nature. One that leaves women wondering "why won't he talk to me? what did I do?"
In our sick minds we get the idea that by avoiding any discussion with her we're actually punishing her for something she did and that somehow this is the most perfect lesson we could teach her.
It could be anything. From something she did to any impression you had that didn't actually come out as you planned it. From the fact that she didn't explain why she's late or why she's leaving to the fact that you planned out (in your mind) a whole night with her and she said she really has to leave after a couple of hours.
And what do we do? We pretend everything is okay until she leaves and then we stop talking to her.
We don't reply to her messages, we avoid eye contact on the road (pretend we didn't see her, even though she was the first creature we noticed among thousands) and even if she phones, thank God for caller ID or else we would have replied to her calls by mistake.
We think this is perfect, we think this is the most appropriate way to deal with this. We think this is a bold statement as if we were saying "I'm moving on, I don't need you, you don't even exist for me."
Well I'm gonna let you in on a little secret I discovered in my days of deucebaggery. Women haven't got a clue about this, they don't know what you're trying to do or what you're trying to say. Actually you come off as weird, they try to find a reasoning behind your actions but they can't. You won't explain to them why you're angry, why you don't trust them anymore.
And no matter how much she wants to know. No matter how perhaps she wholeheartilly asks you for what's going on because she cares, you still keep your silence. Better than a secret ops agent being interrogated by the chinese. You won't say, hell you'll even pretend everything's fine and that there's no problem whatsoever.
Of course she stops trying and from just plain weird you become moronic in her eyes (and even in the eyes of her friends).
This is the epitome of deucebaggery my friends. What you think makes you even more manly because you chose to "move on" in reality turns you into tiniest of hamsters. Feeble and weak. Coward enough to not even admit your own problems.
A man solves his problems and THEN moves forward. There are usually two choices for these situations:
A) You tell her what annoyed you, explaining the reasons and why you think it's wrong. Or just tell her that you were under the impression that something different would happen. Not much explanation or analysis needed just the basics. THEN move on accordingly.
B) Swallow it down, don't mention anything and just wait to see what happens. If she does it again then explain what and why you don't like it. If she gives viable explanation all is well in the universe. If not, JUDGE wisely and choose to move or stay.
Holding it in, as a silent grudge that eats you from inside out it's not the solution. You're better off explaining your position. You're not taking steps back, you're being honest and saying that she did something you didn't like.
If she did it by mistake she will understand and if she cares she'll avoid from doing it again.
If that's the way she is at least you're letting her know that you're not on common grounds with her behaviour and that you don't appreciate what she did. Either way she will appreciate it. At least you have some dignity left to move on.
Most women want to know what you think, if something irritates you say it. You're better off with her knowing your pet peeves else she might repeat the same mistakes.
P.S Also, not talking to her for a considerable amount of time and then when you mind has calmed down you go back to talking to her as if nothing happened. EPITOME OF ULTIMATE DEUCEBAGGERY. You've become the lowest of rodents. A rat.
