I’ve been avoiding writing out of fear of what I might write.
Stargazer is GONE.
What happened, you ask?
I DON’T KNOW.
One minute we were bowling, and the next minute he’s cancelling dates and GHOSTING me.
I sent a text message to see if we could talk.
It was read but I got no response.
What’s a girl to do except pick herself up, dust herself off, and try again?
In the last six months I have dated two men who ghosted me.
Both of them I CONSIDERED to be gentlemen and genuinely nice guys and I never expected them to ghost me.
I’m starting to wonder if I am a good judge of character, given the surprising turn of events.
I’m not gonna lie.
This one HURTS.
Despite my resolution to get back up and continue on the path I’ve chosen for myself, I find myself lingering in this sad place, mourning the possibility of affection that seemed so near a few weeks ago but now has turned to indifference.
To make matters worse, everyone keeps asking about Stargazer, wanting to know how things are going so I get to repeat myself over and over again telling people he ghosted me.
Hopefully this post will put all those inquiries to rest.
I’ve been GHOSTED.