My first experience with ghosting was this past holiday season when The Israeli ghosted me.
One minute a guy is cumming all over your face, the next he’s disappeared on you.
Our split was inevitable, in my mind.
Mostly I missed having someone to do fun things with.
He wasn’t my soulmate, but I thought he was cool.
He talked me into doing two things for him – the aforementioned facial, and spending the night.
As far as the facial went, it was nothing special. He got his spunk in my eye which burned. That was about the extent of it.
Cross that off the bucket list.
Spending the night?
Well, that felt way more intimate.
We fell asleep tangled in each other and woke up looking into one another’s eyes.
But in 6 short weeks, I was ghosted by him.
So there I was, stretching myself, trying new things, and playing outside my comfort zone and he can’t even muster an “it’s been nice but…”
I might not have been his dream girl. Hell, I might not have even been LTR material, but I’ll tell you this. . .
If you cum on a girl’s face, you better say goodbye or else risk being remembered as a total and complete ASS HAT!
Which is ironic, because his name (his honest-to-goodness Israeli name), spelled phonetically, sounds just like ASS HAT.
My first clue that things would end badly. . .