“Weird,” I thought, but I obviously went to the pub anyway. And while it doesn’t get any easier to take, I have realised over the years that it can actually be a really good thing.
He wrote back almost immediately saying he did understand, and it was nice to meet me, and he wished me all the best. *** The third time I was ghosted, the most recent time, I didn’t understand why I didn’t see it coming. I knew it had an expiration date, but I thought we’d end up as friends, or that it would at least end on a nice note. After weeks of silence (except when he asked me for tips about Instagram… I mean, if they don’t have the balls to tell you they want to end things, they probably won’t have the balls to say they’re sorry.He was the inspiration for the second part of this post. ” And that, dear friends, is when I encountered my first ghost.Over the next couple of days, we texted back and forth and made plans for our upcoming dinner date. *** Before Chris, I don’t think I had heard the term “ghosting” before.The first time I was ghosted, I didn’t understand what I had done wrong.I met Chris in a little cocktail bar one rainy night in London not long after I had moved to the city (sidenote: my best friend has demanded that I never again date a guy called Chris… We had a fantastic date, one of my best ever, and it culminated with both a passionate kiss and an invitation to a second date. “I can’t stop smiling…,” he wrote, and oh my god, there is no better feeling than getting that text after making out with a ridiculously hot, ridiculously intelligent journalist named Chris, let me tell you.
I knew this person for three months; we talked nearly every day after first meeting (texting or Skyping), and, oh yeah, After that visit – which was incredibly fun – we discussed seeing each other again a couple of months later, and we continued to talk a lot. *** So, in conclusion, ghosting sucks, and I still don’t understand why some people do it when it’s just so much easier and kinder to be honest.