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I Don’t Like You But I Want You To Want Me.

February 26, 2013

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By Jen Pastiloff.

I used to play this game in my twenties with men. I don’t like you but I want you to want me it was called. I was insecure and wanted all the attention I could get from men but I didn’t want to have to give anything up for it: sex, intimacy, love. I wanted to feel pretty and desired without having to look into anyone’s eyes or have them claim me as theirs. I felt ugly and short and I overcompensated by wearing high platform shoes and low cut shirts which showed my cleavage. And a lot of makeup. I was a master at flirting. I could make men want me.

Then I would panic. I would avoid. I would not return phone calls or emails. I would hide. I would be distant. I was a fraud. I couldn’t hold my own.

I didn’t want to hold my own.

A good friend of mine has been in a situation where a man was flirting with her and showing signs of attraction. She was attracted to him. She was confused by some of his behaviors and she told him as much. He then called her up to say: Just to be clear, I have no romantic or sexual interest in you. 

(Easy there, cowboy!)

What an asshole I said over the phone. Until I realized he was playing the game I used to play, or a version of it. I want you to want me but I want no responsibility. I don’t want to take this any farther but I want to feel desired by you. I want you to fall in love with me and I want to have zero accountability. In fact, I will be somewhat shocked when you call me out on my behaviors was the name or names of his game.

I remember after I got dumped in my 28th birthday I agreed to go on a date with a guy I had been waiting on for years. I had known he’d had a crush on me and I wasn’t attracted to him at all but I was trying to get over heartbreak and I thought it would be a good idea to get out. I wasn’t interested in him but the date was fun. He took me to a big famous Hollywood television producer’s house for a Christmas party and I felt funny and pretty and after we left he told me the big famous Hollywood producer kept asking about me. Who was the cute little Jewish girl? he said the producer kept saying. I’d felt flattered.

I wasn’t into this guy but I tried to make myself because I thought he would be good for me. He was a successful television writer and he was smart and funny. And he liked me. (I had been with someone for two years who didn’t like me very much.)

I just didn’t want to kiss him. Ever.

We went out on a few dates and finally he emailed me and called me out after I sent him a forwarded joke via email. He told me that he had enough friends. That he wasn’t interested in me as a friend and I needed to be straight. Was I interested in him or not?

I panicked. I wasn’t. I stared at the computer, horrified. I couldn’t bring myself to type the words. I admired him for his straightforwardness. Here I was sending him dumb emails just to keep him at bay, hoping he would disappear but not without pining for me.

I forget what I said exactly but it ended with No, I don’t want to date you. I probably beat around the bush. I probably made it sound nice and fluffy and a little dishonest.

I never heard from him again.

Look, I get it. He didn’t want to be my friend. He wanted to love me. He was being honest and fair.

I remember being shocked at his email. It was harsh, as I’m assuming his feelings were hurt, but I had never received such a blunt email before. He was so willing to speak what he wanted, to say what he felt and what he needed. And a friendship with me wasn’t any of those things. Fair enough.

I cringe when I think of the things I used to do for love. I hated myself and thought that if enough men wanted me it could fill that hatred with something. Even something I didn’t want.

Why so many lies?

I don’t want you but I want you to want me. Or even the I don’t like you but I can’t stand that you don’t like me. I want everyone to love me.

Oh, there it is. I want everyone to love me.

It’s so ugly and horrible and smelly that I throw it down the basement stairs before it burns my eyes and blinds me with its filth and stench.

There’s a roomful of people who are all nodding and digging what I am saying. They are into it. Then, there’s one who isn’t. I focus on the one.

I want you to like me. 

I focus on the one.

I sent an email to someone the other day which included my newsletter. I wrote about it the other day. He simply replied “unsubscribe.”

When I got really down and dirty with myself I was willing to ask Why did you send him the email in the first place, Jen? I’d had a hunch he didn’t like me. I had known. And the answer came. I was again in my twenties wearing a low cut shirt and high shoes to hide. I wanted him to like me was the wimpy little 5 year old kid answer.

The thing is, I only sent the email because of that. If I get down real low and look where I am afraid to look like under the bed and in the basement. It’s disgusting. Want me want me want me want me want me from the darkest crevices you can imagine.

Here’s the great thing about being honest with yourself. When you finally are, you leave the basement. The ugly truths about you aren’t so ugly once you face them. You just get a little wet washcloth and move forward with your day dusting off whatever needs dusting. It’s just that most of us are afraid to look inward so we keep throwing things under the bed and down the basement stairs.

I would be scared to go down there after a while too.

So that guy, the one who was leading my friend on, I don’t know what his deal was. (And yes, I still think he was an asshole for saying that to her.) I do know that he flirted with her and sent her every signal that he was interested and then when she called him out, he balked. He wanted what he wanted without having to be there for it.

Who wants to live that way? It’s ghost living. It’s like lying your way through your life and knocking people over with your big bag as you walk down the sidewalk. It’s like making a mess and walking out as you yell Someone else will clean it up without so much as even glancing over your shoulder.

There is a fine line between being honest and being an asshole.

Don’t get me wrong. At times I have been both. What I am concerned with now is the former.

I want to love you is a revision of I want you to want me. 

I want to love you. 

Imagine the world where we are all concerned with what people think of us and if they like us and how much better we feel when they do love us and how we don’t want to have to actually be in our bodies but rather parade them around looking perfect.

Oh wait. Right.

We live in the world. You and me and all the other pots calling the kettles black.

We get to create what the experience is like for ourselves. I want to love you. I don’t care if you like me. 

Except that’s a lie and we all know it.

We care.

I care.

How about this: I want to care less.

I want to care less about the things that don’t matter and the people who don’t love me back (there will always be some so get over that now.) I want to care less about who is loving me and more about who I am loving.

We live in the world. There’s not much we can to to change that fact except not live in the world and that choice seems grim. We live in the world and we live in our bodies and the capacity to love is great. It’s so great that we don’t even have to do anything about it except acknowledge it and ask it to sit down for a glass of wine. It has a dog’s nose and can smell shit a mile away so don’t worry about that.

Your capacity to love is so great that it will carry you through most things in this world.

 

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19 Comments

  • Reply Janice February 26, 2013 at 6:38 pm

    I can totally relate. I am finally dealing with this head-on and it’s hard work. I’ll be 40 in April and I still want everyone to like me. For the first time I have a job where people report to me and I know they won’t always like me, otherwise I won’t be doing my job. This is the reason why I am finally motivated to figure out why I want everyone to like me. Even when, as you say, I don’t even like them! We are bat shit crazy, us humans. Sending you light and love.

  • Reply CleanCalmConditioned February 26, 2013 at 6:40 pm

    This is me right now Jen. I am this twenty-something girl. I want to be able to love freely.

  • Reply saracourter February 26, 2013 at 8:11 pm

    Reblogged this on Body Karma and commented:
    Unfreakingbelievable. I love this woman.

  • Reply Becca February 26, 2013 at 8:33 pm

    Beautiful & spot on. I’ve always needed everyone to like me, and it drives me crazy if someone doesn’t. I have to find out why. Now, at 30, I’ve finally started to accept that there’s always going to be someone who doesn’t like you, but it’s still difficult. Thank you for writing this. You are always so beautifully honest! The world needs more people like you <3

  • Reply barbarapotter February 26, 2013 at 9:07 pm

    Working on this so much now. Letting go of the people who don’t like me and loving the people who do. Such a great post. Love you girl.

  • Reply Carla February 26, 2013 at 9:57 pm

    So real, so raw, so me. I just went through this with a guy and we both played both roles and I didn’t like either of them. Thank you for naming the un-nameable horror that I have felt disgusted with for years. It resides within me. Now I have to figure out how to detach and root it out. In my quest to become a better human being…I have to let this go.

    • Reply Natalie May 24, 2022 at 6:12 pm

      Crazy I’m just now going through this 9 years later. I hope you are in a happier place now.

  • Reply marika February 27, 2013 at 7:24 am

    “I want to care less about the things that don’t matter and the people who don’t love me back (there will always be some so get over that now.) I want to care less about who is loving me and more about who I am loving ”
    I love this! this will be my intention for the day. thank you, Jen <3
    loving full on today with my heart unguarded, unburdened
    with who might love me back. if i only concern myself with the love that I give, i am bound to get love back- maybe not in the way i wanted, but in the way that i need <3 love is all we need <3

  • Reply glamourousguide February 27, 2013 at 6:37 pm

    Brilliantly written!!!!! I cannot wait to blog about this and feature your link on my blog. I swear you were writing this for me and as me. I needed to read this xo

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  • Reply Follow Me Films February 27, 2013 at 9:28 pm

    Reblogged this on Follow Me Films and commented:
    My theme of the week…need a dose of JJP!! Love this!

    • Reply barbarapotter February 28, 2013 at 10:58 am

      I clicked on the link and it was not there? I am going to add your blog to Jen’s website. We love your blog.

  • Reply gen May 28, 2013 at 12:01 am

    There is another version of this, wherein you want people to like you so much, and you are so certain that they won’t that you never let them see the parts of you that you want them to like, just a fake bland face so that their like/dislike/indifference is meaningless anyway. How wasteful! How sad.

  • Reply Yesenia Paz March 6, 2018 at 1:09 am

    Wow! Very well written ❤

  • Reply Betty July 22, 2018 at 11:13 am

    I am in my twenties and fighting hard with this now, this article gave me the answer I was looking for. Coming from a bullied past the whole “I want him to want me despite the fact that I really don’t want him” has been a hudge thing for me. Well written, thanks for shining some light!

  • Reply Lee September 7, 2018 at 4:17 pm

    My problem is I don’t have an ounce of care towards whether anyone likes me or not. But for some odd reason I circle back and have this great vacuum-like pull to have every man DESIRE me. They don’t have to like me they just need to desire me, not even knowing why. It’s weird, I don’t even understand it. To be honest, I don’t want to understand it. Over the years I have shut that down many times, when I notice I’m doing it. It’s very cold, calculated, and very much a conquest, then an odd release, but never enough. And every blue moon it creeps up like an old friend who’s no good for me.

  • Reply Gabbie December 15, 2018 at 9:21 pm

    I know this all too well. It’s just a way of avoiding the truth about yourself.

    I’m doing this with a guy currently. He’s also doing it to me. The honest to god truth is this: neither of us is ready for a relationship but we badly want to be desired by one another. I’m so cold to him, colder than he is to me, that he works hard just to get my attention. I don’t really fight for his, I had his attention from the start but I can only really maintain it if I’m distant. When I try to get closer, he runs away. Likewise, when he tries to get closer to me, I run away. It’s terrible.

    I don’t hate myself though. But there is something about myself that I find unacceptable, and thus do not want to get in a relationship until I’ve made peace with it. It may take me another 2 years or so. I love myself, just not ENTIRELY, and thus I cannot allow myself to be loved by someone else entirely.

    The guy in question… I’m pretty sure he’s ashamed of who he is deep inside. So he doesn’t want to be truly seen. And if you cannot be truly seen, then you cannot really be intimate with someone else.

    Our problems are different but the way they manifest in our behavior is very similar. We are unavailable, attracted to each other, but don’t actually like each other. In fact, we are pretty incompatible, and I find him insufferable in many ways. I’m also aware he holds some low opinions about me too.

    Sad. But so much to learn from it.

  • Reply Sabrina October 25, 2021 at 9:30 am

    I’ll admit that I scoured google for an article I can relate to, and here I found it. I can’t believe that I’m still dealing with this struggle, but I am: wanting everyone to like or adore me. I am in my twenties oddly enough and I’m looking to finally end this struggle. This morning I admitted this struggle to my most recent lovelorn victim. I felt awful. I felt insecure and ashamed. And yet, I knew it had to be done. How could I expect someone I don’t even like to have eyes only for me? We weren’t even dating. *Sigh* Thank God I’m closing the door on this chapter of my life for good. I look forward to the day when I can finally enjoy a healthy, stable, and genuine relationship with a man that I love just as much as he loves me. Thank you sharing and God bless you.

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