So...I told you that my brother and my friend think I should ignore New Boo completely, right? Now there's actually a term for it -- ghosting. It's such a phenomenon lately that the New York Times did an article on it. Basically, you completely freeze another person out, in spite of their attempts to contact you.
I wish I could sit here and tell you I'd never done that. I have. In fact, I did it when I lived in New York the first time. There was a young guy I met while shopping with my brother. He was a nice enough guy -- a Southern boy -- but he was significantly younger than me. In fact, I had no idea he was flirting with me when we met. But we became friends, and I thought he was cool. Then came the fateful night he asked if he could spend the night at my house because his hot water was off. I'm like, "Sure, come over."
Southern Boy got there, and all was well except for one thing -- the only place available to sleep was my bed. So I let him sleep there because I figured it would be alright. Well, before we could get to sleep good, his solider awoke looking for a mission. And he was a strong soldier, too. Alas, Southern Boy didn't know how to utilize him effectively, thus rendering the battle unwon.
As a healthy woman with a more than healthy appetite, I was completely disappointed. And I never told him. So when he told me that he wanted me to be his girlfriend, I just couldn't see it. So I ghosted him. To this day, I wonder what happened to him.
As far as me using this technique on New Boo...I don't think so. Not only is it cruel, I'm much more mature now and more empathetic to the feelings of others. Besides, I don't like it when it's done to me.
My brother, with whom I share a mother, says I must get my niceness and friendliness from my father. As he likes to say, "Perhaps." But unless it's something drastic, I won't return to a life of ghosting again.
I wish I could sit here and tell you I'd never done that. I have. In fact, I did it when I lived in New York the first time. There was a young guy I met while shopping with my brother. He was a nice enough guy -- a Southern boy -- but he was significantly younger than me. In fact, I had no idea he was flirting with me when we met. But we became friends, and I thought he was cool. Then came the fateful night he asked if he could spend the night at my house because his hot water was off. I'm like, "Sure, come over."
Southern Boy got there, and all was well except for one thing -- the only place available to sleep was my bed. So I let him sleep there because I figured it would be alright. Well, before we could get to sleep good, his solider awoke looking for a mission. And he was a strong soldier, too. Alas, Southern Boy didn't know how to utilize him effectively, thus rendering the battle unwon.
As a healthy woman with a more than healthy appetite, I was completely disappointed. And I never told him. So when he told me that he wanted me to be his girlfriend, I just couldn't see it. So I ghosted him. To this day, I wonder what happened to him.
As far as me using this technique on New Boo...I don't think so. Not only is it cruel, I'm much more mature now and more empathetic to the feelings of others. Besides, I don't like it when it's done to me.
My brother, with whom I share a mother, says I must get my niceness and friendliness from my father. As he likes to say, "Perhaps." But unless it's something drastic, I won't return to a life of ghosting again.
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