Feelings are weird little things that most of us like to ignore and pretend don't exist. But you and I both know that this isn't true. Today, rather than run from the inevitable 'feelings' nightmare, we're going to teach you how to deal with it. So pull up a chair, grow back your balls and listen up guys, here are the four stages of fancying someone:
1) Denial & Reflection
Wow, Rebecca's wearing her hair up today, you've never seen her do that before. You're only now realizing that she's actually kinda hot when you stop and really think about it. But rather than actually doing something about your attraction, you instead choose to draw back and give it some deep thought. Maybe she was just looking good that day, what would the lads think etc etc... Face it, you're in denial my friend, in the deepest, darkest recesses of denial.
2) Passion Filled Days And Nights
At this point, you're past the whole denial phase and have moved into extreme infatuation. We're not saying that you're obsessed, we're just saying you've transformed into a ball of mushy feelings and not so innocent thoughts, you little rascal you. The object of your affections occupies your every waking thought and it's slowly killing you from the inside out, but you know, you'd never admit to that.
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3) Bargaining With A Higher Force
The usual male reaction to liking someone is to attempt to somehow regain control. You try to rationalize your feelings away like: "Yeah I only like her cause she's fit lads, don't worry. I wouldn't want a misses anyways". However, you and I both know you're lying to yourself and making poor excuses. Pathetic my friend, maybe just own up to things, no?
4) Acceptance And Tears
You've finally done the wise thing and given into your feelings. In all honesty, there was no point fighting it in the first place. You have reached true enlightenment and are now ready to get the girl, in true film style. But between you and me mate, you spent so long trying to figure out whether or not you liked her, she's probably moved on to the next guy already. You may now lament, pine, and inevitably die alone.
