We always call them poofers. I know not why people do this. The last one I had, probably 2014, kept saying he really wanted to meet me. (Match.com) We finally set a date and just before, poof, he sent an email saying it wasn’t a good time in his life… He was questionable from the get go.
Another one I connected with on millionaire.match. He was a retired Raytheon exec. We emailed, chatted via phone, he suffered a ski injury, we chatted more, connected on LinkedIn, talked about meeting for lunch then poof!
I live in SLC and was in my late fifties when the above transpired. I dated lots of retired men from Park City and poofers all!
I spent most of ten years single online dating. Finally at 60, I met my partner and we are getting married this year. We give hope to our single friends.
I’ve been ghosted before- but have never ghosted myself.
I was in a committed relationship with the person that ghosted me. I flew down to see him in Louisiana- and when I got off the plane back to my home state- he had blocked me on everything. The only explanation I had gotten was “I had changed my mind”.
However, ghosting- to me- is a direct reflection of one’s emotional security.
It happens to me a lot. I dont think i really do anything out of the ordinary. Ive tried dating online, its happened quite a bit, almost every time ive gotten a response actually. I think its because they see no reason to give a “No thanks, not interested” and dont want to be a ass. So ive adopted the philosophy, “no response, is a response”. So…i dont date online. Tinder is a joke…in my city.(indianapolis)…any response ive EVER gotten…has ended up being someone ready with a url to their…cam site. So i stopped that too.
So..dating online has become kind of a joke. Half personalities putting their best representative self forward as a sales pitch…not prepared for anything less than someone elses best representative pitch. ….but honesty seems to be a red flag....a disarming unexpected truth or something.
I dont know. Im long winded. In a ridiculously low part of my life. But the “no response, is a response” thing…has kept me from pursuing things that were probably best left un-pursued.
Wasting time and effort on someone who didnt like some detail of my actual personality…but were too wrapped up in the game of “best physical/financial mate”…. To realize the games futility when finding meaning.
Sorry its not really a story…more of a perspective.
My stories are all the same…get a response…
Do the back and forth…i send a response….nothing in return.
Im too shy to actually approach women in real life…without a proper reason or circumstance.
Anyways…enough from me.
Hope this was some sort of help.
I wish you the best,
I ghosted once. It was about 3 years ago and I still feel guilty about it. We met for coffee, then halfway through coffee he asked if I was up for an adventure and took me to an improv show around the corner. I didn’t think we hit it off, but the date was fun. He asked me out again and I told him I was busy (which was true, I was going to school full time and working full time). He texted me constantly. I think I may’ve tried a second date if it weren’t for being bombarded with texts. At first I sent delayed responses, but it got to be too much, and I didn’t have the guts to tell him that I didn’t think there was any romantic spark between us. Instead I just stopped responding. After a few days of my unresponsiveness he sent me a text telling me that he got the hint that I wasn’t interested, but he thought I was a great girl and he’d be there if I wanted to be friends. Maybe I wouldn’t have felt guilty about it if he’d just stopped texting me, but that last text effectively stopped me from ever ghosting again.
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As Aziz Ansari quips, gone are things like the phone call when questions like “Want to hang out sometime?” demand an immediate response.
Instead, texting buys time and the anxiety of waiting for the ellipsis to end is what keeps us hanging on. Maybe this will be the clever, romantic one liner we’ve been waiting for-the one where they show that they care.
Except it isn’t. So your response back isn’t. But that’s ok, it’s too soon. No hard feelings.
And just after you’ve told them about your family, your siblings, the chic coffee shop on your street corner, your career goals, and the first three digits of your social security number, they’re gone as quick as they came.
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