It’s been announced to me on the side of buses, on posters in Tube station tunnels, the unconscionable truth – He’s just not that into you. W lent me the book last year and since then it has traumatised my life with its perky, supposed-to-liberate-you dating advice that actually just leaves you feeling doomed and left behind. So last night despite promising S I wouldn’t, I went to see He’s Just Not That Into You. The basic rules are:
If he’s not calling you, he’s not that into you
If he’s married to someone else, he’s not that into you
If he’s not trying, at least, to sleep with you, he’s not that into you
If he’s not asking you to marry him, he’s not that into you
Basically, if he wants to see you, he’ll find a way, come hell or high water.
We left the cinema fairly discouraged, since it’s clear that no one is that into us.
Films like these should be banned.