He Keyser Soze'd you. If you don't know what a Soze is, it's basically when a female ends a relationship with a dude and feels in "control." In her mind, she ended things on her terms, so she's content with her decision. However, dude takes control back by pulling the "Soze." The Soze when performed correctly can have a maddening affect on women. This is a Soze. Female: "Hey, Klutch2381 I don't think this is going to work." Me: "Okay." And from that point on, I don't answer your calls, I don't text you, nor do I reply to them, I don't respond to emails, I don't show up randomly at your job or school, I'm not your friend on Facebook. One I ceases
ALL forms of communication with said female.
The Soze takes monastic commitment to pull off correctly. Slowly, the control she thought she had dissipates as she can't figure out how someone who was so into her, cared for her, or even loved her could so casually and draconially stop dealing with her. "Maybe, he never even cared at all
?" Her feelings go from
to
to
. At that last stage, dude is in complete control. If he wanted you back, he could have you. If he wanted to sex you again, he could and so on; because you're in such needy state of intimacy in regards to him, you'll take anything, just so you could know the past was "real." He may act on your weakened and feeble state or he may not, but the control you had is gone.
For men, the Soze is comparable to when you send a lengthy late night text to an ex, embattled girlfriend, etc. after a long day, which concluded with you idiotically listening to 808's and Heartbreak on your drive home. Now, you're in a dimly light room composing a text that emotes all of your deepest feelings and sentiments -- a text unsurpassed in your eyes in meaning, importance, and realness. This is surely your magnus opus of texts. It's your 9th symphony. Your seminal work. And when you press that send button, you know things will never be the same between y'all for better or worse. You clutch your phone like it's the last vestige of humanity; like it is all that is proper in this barbaric and
world. One minutes elapses, two minutes elapses... "We'll it was kinda long, maybe she's still reading it?" 13 minutes passes before you feel your phone abruptly rattle in your clammy hand. You look at the screen in all haste and all you see is, "K." All control is lost at this moment and mass confusion immediately ensues. "She doesn't care, like,
AT ALL?"
Editor's note: I've never Soze'd myself, but I've seen it done. Props to Whup from Canestime for coining the term.
tryna hold suttin? Hold a nikka's nuts
"
I thought it was all good if the nikka was tall though? 
Yeah i'm sure things won't go wrong again.
