Karma’s A Bitch

Karma's a Betch

Happy Friday Purgators!

As many of you know, I am the self-proclaimed “Queen of Ghosting.” Now, this is not a title I’m proud of and I have been working at being more upfront and honest — this story is kind of the reason why I’ve been working on myself in an attempt to not ghost anymore.

I met Reggie* on Tinder (duh) and went against all my general rules when I swiped right on his profile that included only one actual photo of himself. I don’t even know what intrigued me about him but he struck up conversation and off to the races we went.

We set a date fairly soon after we starting talking and agreed to meet up at a restaurant a few blocks from my place. Normally before a date my stomach is in knots and The Brunette is texting me words of encouragement/forcing me not to cancel. This date on the other hand was different, I wasn’t feeling anxious and didn’t have that incessant need to cancel.

As I walked up to the table I was pleasantly surprised to that Reggie wasn’t a catfish and in fact looked better than his photos. We drank wine and our conversation flowed naturally. A couple hours later we decided to call it a night and Reggie ever so kindly offered to walk me home. I declined and politely hugged him goodbye — yes, you read that correctly, I hugged him.

I went home feeling great about that date, even after my dud of a goodbye. I was also confident that he felt the same even though I didn’t receive any kind of follow up text. The next day I struck up conversation in hopes that it would let him know I was interested. We continued light conversation throughout the day, even making tentative plans to meet up the following week. Things died down until a few hours later, right after the clock struck midnight, I received my final message from Reggie saying “I didn’t tell you this face to face but you’re gorgeous.” I did respond back and to this day have heard nothing from him. He unmatched me on Tinder (according to The Brunette who just checked my Tinder…shows how much I care).

Takeaway Message: I might not care anymore that Reggie stopped talking to me but at the time it really hurt. As I said before, I tend to be a bit of a chronic ghoster and this situation opened my eyes to see what it feels like to be on the receiving end. It’s made me think twice about ghosting since that encounter.

xoxo

-The Blonde

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