I’ve been ghosted, yo. Like, many, many times. I was ghosted before the term “ghosting” was even a thing. And it hurt every…single…time.
Whether the guy that ghosted was someone I slept with or not, or a man that I went on a few dates with and I kind of liked, being ghosted fucked with my already poor self-worth. It’s a cruel way to treat a gal, especially one that pretended to be confident and sexy and oh so unbothered. Thing is men can smell the bullshit. So can women. I wasn’t in the right headspace to be in a loving and healthy relationship because I did not believe at my core that I deserved a loving and healthy relationship. So I attracted men that ghosted. Like Houdini.
When it happened I would find ways to cope (see: Bacardi and Coke and flirting with bartenders). I didn’t have memes like this to help me laugh off the heartache.
I just wanted to scream at Casper the Unfriendly Ghost (the man that ghosted), “Get some cojones!”
Once it sunk in, however, I realized that ghosting might have been the only way to break things off. Cause I can be stubborn and would often try to convince the men that I really liked but who weren’t that into me that they could be into me. It’s still rude as hell, but in certain circumstances is ghosting our only choice? Maybe. Some men and women force our hand. Here are some reasons to ghost a love interest.
A bad date
I’ve been guilty of ghosting a bad date. We went out twice but didn’t kiss as I felt no chemistry. Still, he contacted me a few times, I dodged his calls. And that’s perfectly okay! Don’t feel guilty if you aren’t into someone. If neither of you have invested any time, energy or emotions into a not-so budding romance (‘cause it’s pretty much a dead weed) you have my permission to go buh-bye without batting an eye.