![]() ![]() This is why response times are so closely watched in the modern dating process. If you don’t know what ghosting is - it is basically the idea that someone turns into a ghost. I exaggerate - but ghosting is definitely a trigger word. ![]() All ghosters should die” will get you nasty comments from people online. In fact, saying anything short of, “Ghosting is evil. Right now, many of you are recalling some not-so-cool experiences you’ve had. Nobody wants to be treated like that.Īnd I know I’m not alone. The experience was horrible and disrespectful. It took hell and high water, just to get her to come to look me in the eyes and explain to me why she was leaving. I had a very serious girlfriend, who just vanished on me. I’d estimate that, of the girls that lost interest in me, 80% of them ghosted me. Ghosting is pervasive - there are few people I know who haven’t been ghosted multiple times. Unfortunately, in many cases, the lovely girl in those profile pics will get ghosted. So what do you do? You know you don’t like this person romantically. For better or worse, we can’t control these winds. And other times, it is just the illogical nature of matters of the heart. It strikes without regard to logic or emotion. I sometimes think of it as more like an evil spirit, like Cupid’s evil twin. The Fade, as I call it, is a terrible feeling. ![]() She’s doing everything right.īut - the spark just isn’t there for you. You detect your interest in her is beginning to fade. Then - about 3 or 4 weeks after your first date, something….changes. You show off her pics to your married buddies, who secretly love living vicariously through you. You brag to your friends about a girl you just met. You go out, heart in your throat, and meet. Then, you ask her to meet for drinks, she says yes. You write a nice little message, commenting on a pic that appears to be from a country you recently traveled to also. She seems classy, interesting, nice, and fun. Her bio reads just as well as her pictures. Standing in low waves, the sun shining on smooth curves that run down the side of her waist, over her hip, interrupted by the string of a swimsuit. Her, with a bunch of nicely dressed girlfriends, having brunch in a classy, Tuscan themed restaurant, tipping mimosas with a smile. Her hair whipping in the wind, from a clifftop in Europe. ![]()
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