Skip navigation! Story from Sex. Maria Del Russo. Last Updated 3 December , There are a lot of things to complain about when someone ghosts you.
Whenever a person I dug suddenly dips out of my life, I tend to lament the amount of time I took getting ready for the date, travelling to the date, then actually being on the date, and realise I could have been spending all of that time watching old episodes of Seinfeld and eating pizza on my couch. Looking back on my past single self with slightly clearer vision, I can see that my desire to quiz my dates on why they dumped me had more to do with me and less with them.
Once, I went on a second date with a guy and we ended up dancing drunkenly to Justin Bieber at a dive bar. He texted me after the date, but never asked me out again, so we just kind of let the inevitable fade-out happen organically. Flash-forward three months, and I bumped into him on the street in SoHo. See how fraught this situation is? It was so nice to meet you, and I had a nice time getting to know you. Thanks so much for the drinks, and be well! It takes five seconds of my time and sends out a little bit of good karma so that, when the shoe is on the other foot, I might get a text message explanation, too.
There is one exception to this rule, though: If the person was a total jerk to me, or made me feel unsafe in any way, then his karma is being ghosted forever.
And, surprisingly, this has helped me stop taking the whole dating game so seriously. I read something recently that brought a tear to my eye.
