Pride is such a strange thing. It serves little purpose, and yet is so imperative to our self-perception. And one thing that wounds our pride to no end is rejection. We’ve all experienced it to some extent, be it by not being accepted to a choir, acting, or dance group; not being picked for a sports team; not being accepted to a seminary, or not being hired for a job. There’s always that “But I thought I was perfect for it!” and the hurt feeling upon discovering that clearly someone out there—or even several someones—were even more perfect.
Often we develop Sour Grape Syndrome, so well observed by Aesop centuries ago. In modern example, it’s the pink-slipped employee who informs his boss, “You can’t fire me because I quit first.” And if we know the metaphoric pink slip is coming, we scramble to quit first, so we’re in the prized position of rejecter, and not that of rejected.
So there’s always that little hurt when a guy says “No thanks, not again,” or even “No thanks, not even a first try.” There’s always that “Hey, wasn’t I good enough for you?” Especially if you were going to give it another go, because why not? You weren’t going to quit, but then he goes and fires you. And you’re left with your pink slip unable to shout, “But I really rejected you first! I was just being nice!”
Ah, pride. Have I mentioned that dating is a character-building experience?
Obviously he isn’t rejecting you, he has simply made an assessment that you and he are not compatible in the long term. And it doesn’t matter who voices this evaluation first, because the end result is the same. And he’s actually saving you from another pointless bout with the wardrobe and makeup, so you should be grateful. So let the stupid pride rest and be happy to get on with life. Just reject the feeling of rejection. Now that should boost your self-esteem.