You're Just Not His Type.

Most women blame themselves when a man can't show up for them. But what if it's simpler than that?

I need you to read the title again. Slowlyyyyyy this time.

You're just not his type.

I did NOT say:

you’re not pretty enough. or that you’re too much. or that something is wrong with you.

Just… not his type. And I know that feels like a small distinction when you’re sitting in the ache of it. But it’s actually everything. Because the story you tell yourself about why it didn’t work will either set you free or keep you stuck. And too many of us women are choosing the wrong story.

Before I got wit my now fiancé, I kissed a few frogs and had been heartroken a handful of time. Pshh, the entire world has seen me go from relationship to relationship, trying to find my husband. I’d completely pick myself apart when a man would treat me less than I deserved. Until i healed and was able to realize that there was nothing wrong with me and everything wrong with the compatibility factor of it all. I’m a firm believer in “rejection is protection” so when something isn’t working, in my mind, its simply because you aren’t supposed to be there and that the universe has something else in store for you. But to get there, you have to look at the situation through a mature & healed lens first.

So let's decode this one together.

Here’s what I want you to feel before anything else: relief. Wooosah. You don’t have to figure out what you did wrong. You don’t have to replay the conversations or audit your personality or wonder if you were too available, too distant, too yourself.

Sometimes a man looks at an incredible woman and simply doesn’t feel it the way she needs him to. Not because she failed. Not because she isn’t objectively stunning, warm, funny, intelligent, magnetic. But because attraction - real, deep, lasting attraction - isn’t a reward for being a good person. It’s not something you earn. It just either lands or it doesn’t.

And that’s not your fault. It was NEVER your fault.

The sooner you can let yourself breathe that in, the sooner you stop carrying something that was never yours to carry in the first place.

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Here’s the part that feels uncomfortable to say out loud but needs to be said: he is allowed to have a dream girl. And she might not be you.

And that is okay.

We don’t talk about this enough because it feels like a slight. its like admitting he has a type is admitting you’re less than. But think about it from your own experience:

You’ve met men who were perfectly fine, perfectly decent, perfectly attractive on paper. and you just didn’t feel… IT. You weren’t cruel about it. You didn’t think they were worthless. You just knew, somewhere in your gut, that they weren’t your person and that would probably bring you to maybe ignore their calls, not text back, not care to spend holidays with them. and instead of communicating, we’d pray and wish they’d just leave us alone so we don’t have to take on the responsibility of telling them because we don’t want to hurt their feelings.

He’s doing the same thing. His gut is telling him something his words might not be kind enough to say clearly. And the fact that you’re not his dream girl doesn’t make you less of a woman. It just makes you human. We all have a type. We all have that image (conscious or not) of the person who makes us feel completely alive.

But the question isn’t whether you match his image. The question is whether you’re wasting time trying to become it.

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Let’s remove the villain from this story, because there isn’t one.

He’s not a bad man for not being fully available to you emotionally. He’s not evil for keeping one foot out the door. In most cases, he’s a man who knows - even if he hasn’t said it plainly - that he can’t give you what you actually need. That he’s not capable of meeting you at the level you deserve. And rather than admit that out loud, he stays halfway. Shows up inconsistently. Gives you just enough to keep hope alive but not enough to build anything real.

That’s not malice. That’s avoidance. And there’s a difference.

Now lets be clear here, It doesn’t make what he’s doing okay. As I’ve grown, I’ve learned how powerful it is to speak up and be honest about how I’m feeling, wether it makes me & others uncomfortable or not. But everyone doesn’t have that courage to speak their truth, especially men. Is it annoying? YES. But it does make it explainable. And when you understand it, you stop taking it so personally. Once you learn that his avoidance has nothing to do with you and everything to do with his courage, You stop asking “why am I not enough?” and start asking the better question: “Why am I still here?”

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We’ve been taught to think “out of his league” is about looks. About status. About who’s more attractive on a scale of one to ten. But that’s not what it means in the context I’m talking about.

Out of his league means: you require a level of love, consistency, depth, and intentionality that he is not currently equipped to provide.

And rather than rise to meet you, (which would require him to do real work on himself) it’s easier for him to keep you at arm’s length. To date someone who asks less of him. Someone whose standards feel more manageable to him right now.

This should tell you exactly where he is in his growth. And it tells you that if you stayed and shrunk yourself down to fit what he could handle, you would have spent years becoming less of yourself for a man who never fully chose you.

You deserve someone who looks at everything you are and feels challenged to rise. Not someone who looks at everything you are and feels overwhelmed.

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This is where relief becomes clarity. And clarity becomes the most powerful thing you own.

You stop making his inability to see you a reflection of your worth. You stop editing yourself to be more palatable to someone whose palate was never meant for you. You stop waiting for him to wake up and realize what he had, because even if he did, a man who had to lose you to appreciate you is not a man built for the kind of love you’re actually after.

like truly, who wants that kind of love? May that kind of love NEVER reach you.

You take the energy you’ve been pouring into decoding him and you pour it back into yourself. Into your vision. Into the version of your life that doesn’t have a half-present man at the center of it.

And here’s what I know to be true: the woman who stops chasing the wrong fit becomes magnetic to the right one. Not because she played a game. Not because she became someone new. But because she finally had enough space to just be herself - fully, unapologetically, without apology.

You’re not his type. And honestly? He’s probably not yours either. You just haven’t allowed yourself to see it that way yet.

You will. And when you do, everything is going to make so much sense.

xoxo AJ