So you’ve finally done the impossible: you’ve gotten over your dick bag ex, you’ve done the whole “single and crazy” (which we know actually just means staying at home with Netflix finishing at least three series in their entirety) and you’ve finally readied yourself to start *shudder* DATING again.
Dating in its own sense is terrifying, because of all the judgment and impending doom and heartache, but it can actually be fun once you meet someone cool and seem to hit it off.
So what happens when you meet someone who’s great? He’s fun, he’s cute, he’s smart, he has a good job he’s easy to talk to, and he seems GENUINELY interested in you? I mean, he’s actually said, “I want to date you,” verbatim. He’s made an effort to make future plans with you (as in, actual concrete, future plans with you) and then all of a sudden, radio static?!
He’s not texting. He’s not Facebook messaging. He won’t answer the three texts you sent. What the fuck?
Well congrats, you just got fucking ghosted.
“Ghosted” is how I like to refer to guys being total dick bags and dropping off the face of the earth, without notice or without reason.
I’m not sure why this phenomenon exists, but I can tell you one thing: there is NO reason for it.
If you’re going to have a totally awkward encounter, let’s call a spade a spade and chalk it up to that, knowing that neither party is interested in seeing the other at any point in the near future and moving on.
WHY bother making plans, acting interested, and putting in an effort just to ghost? I’m a fucking adult, I can handle being let down. You don’t have to pretend to want to see me again, and then keep up the song and dance for days before just going MIA.
I would love for some 20-something male to explain this ridiculous trend. Why bother pursuing a girl and then just disappearing? If you’re not interested, don’t act interested at all. Don’t have a great date, tell her you want to see her again, make concrete plans, text for days, and then disappear. Just leave us with a vague, “yeah, see you at some point” like every other douche we’ve encountered and send us on our merry way.
Here’s my theory on ghosting: if guys do it out of the blue, it’s probably for one of two reasons: an ex came back into the picture and they can think of no reasonable excuse (which is totally immature, by the way), or he got afraid of the impending commitment and instead decided to run away. If a guy is attempting to stay single, the prospect of a new relationship, regardless of how promising it may be, can be daunting. Instead of being an asshole and straight up saying “hey, I was actually hoping to just be a man whore for a little while,” he just fucking peaces out.
Either way, it’s a bitch on your self esteem. Getting ghosted on basically catapults you into the throes of an existential crisis. “Wait, what did I do wrong!?” You replay your last interaction to painstaking lengths, searching for the minute you did something to make him run. 9 times out of 10, there was nothing to be done, because, you know…HE FUCKING TEXTED YOU AND MADE PLANS WITH YOU AFTER.
So what do you? Ugh. I guess you just move on and continue to “date.” There’s a good chance he’ll come out of the wood work at some point (generally when you’re dating someone who’s equally great, another phenomenon to be discussed). And then you can say something great such as, “oh, I’m sorry, I ASSUMED YOU WERE DEAD BECAUSE YOU FUCKING GHOSTED ON ME ASS HAT.” Or something of equal eloquence.