Samantha really thought this one was different.
Ryan wasn’t like the others.
He was thoughtful and consistent.
He made plans in advance and sent good morning texts without fail.
For the first time in a long time, she felt safe.
Like maybe—finally—she had found someone who wasn’t just going to waste her time.
But then she saw his text.
“Let’s just see where this goes.”
Her stomach clenched.
Not a yes.
Not a no.
Just a big, ambiguous, middle-of-the-road non-answer.
An uneasy tingly sensation crawled up her spine, but she pushed it down.
Maybe he was just taking things slow.
Maybe he needed time to open up.
He’s not like the others, she reminded herself.
Still, sensation nagged at her.
Because she knew how things always turned out after she had heard those words.
Different names, same damn story.
Josh said he wasn’t ready for anything serious. Three months later, he was engaged to someone else.
David needed time to "figure himself out," but apparently, he found all the clarity he needed in Tulum with his new girlfriend.
Jake said he was unsure about commitment, but a year later, he had a baby on the way with his ex.
Every. Single. Time.
She believed them, gave them time, and waited for clarity that never came.
And then one night, she was mindlessly scrolling IG when she saw it—Ryan’s Instagram story.
His hand resting on a dinner table, facing another woman with a blurred-out face.
Two plates.
Two wine glasses.
His caption read: “Good company with the love of my life.”
Her stomach fucking dropped.
Wait. What?
She blinked and opened the story again.
Maybe she was seeing things.
Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
It wasn’t confusion.
He was never confused!
He just didn’t choose her.
Her fingers hovered over her phone, and the urge to text him burned wildly in her chest.
She wanted to ask him what they were to each other and demand an answer.
Then her rage took over her thought process.
All she wanted to do now was teleport through the phone and punch him in his smug fucking face.
Then…
It hit her.
What was the fucking point?
She already knew where she stood.
That night, lying on her bed while staring at her ceiling, it finally clicked:
They always knew.
Those fuckers always fucking knew.
They weren’t confused.
They were just comfortable keeping her as an option.
And she let them do it.
She let them treat her like a fucking afterthought.
She started sobbing.
Then a wave of anger hit her again,
And she made a decision that would change everything.
She swore.
She swore to stop waiting for words.
To stop accepting half-effort.
To stop hoping someone would eventually choose her.
The second she noticed a man was “unsure” about her,
She would fucking walk away.
Dignity intact.
No second chances.
No time wasted.
She was done feeling anxious.
Done second-guessing herself.
Done wondering why she was never “the one.”
From now on...
She was only going to entertain men who knew what they wanted and backed up their words with consistent actions.
Because when someone actually wants you...
You don’t have to guess.
Like Samantha, if you never want to experience feeling like this again, the only way forward is to learn how to read emotional cues before you get attached.
Here’s how;
Watch their consistency, not just their words: If their actions don’t align with what they say, that’s your first red flag.
Pay attention to how they handle uncertainty: If they avoid defining the relationship or keep things vague, they already have their answer, they just don’t want to say it.
Notice how they respond to your emotional needs: If you express what you want and they dodge, deflect, or dismiss it, that’s a sign they’re not emotionally available.
Trust the energy, not the excuses: If you constantly feel anxious, like you’re waiting for them to decide, your gut is telling you everything you need to know.
Look at how they navigate emotional depth: If deeper conversations feel forced or they change the subject when things get real, they’re showing you their willingness and capacity for connection with you.
If breaking these patterns feels impossible, it's because the old programming is still running the show.
That’s exactly what The Dating Clarity Sprint is for.
It’s a 7-day, action-driven system designed to help you break toxic patterns, set stronger boundaries, and finally start choosing better without second-guessing yourself.
Every client who took this step told me the same thing:
“I wish I had done this sooner.”
Some will fix this today and never get stuck in this shit again.
Others will waste another year on the same bullshit only to wake up with nothing but regret.
Which one are you?