
Hey asshole, thanks for not being enough of a MAN to tell me you didn’t want to go out again. After SEVERAL instances of sexual intercourse, you decided to not even do me the courtesy of a brief text. Ghosting is literally evil, and here are ten texts I would have preferred to you doing it:
- Hey, I had a nice time getting to know you but I’m not sure I’m in a place to date right now.
- I don’t want to go out again, sorry.
- I’m moving back to Canada. Sorry for never mentioning I was Canadian.
- Hey, upon closer inspection, I don’t actually think you’re attractive.
- I have a terminal illness. I need to spend my remaining months with people who aren’t you.
- I think I’m going to go to law school. Would you be down to pay for it? If not, I need to find a new woman, sorry.
- You shat in my bed (only Dave has a good excuse for sending me this one).
- I rue the day I swiped right on you.
- I don’t think you’re funny.
- You’re just not girlfriend material. And I don’t mean specifically for me, but for anyone.
- FYI I’m about to stop responding to all texts from you, so I’d recommend you stop sending them.
- You’re fat.
- Dun w u.
- Hey Ginny, do you remember on our sixth date how I said I was looking for a relationship? And your eyes lit up in a way that you probably think is adorable but I actually think is sociopathic? I should have been more clear — I meant I was looking for a relationship with someone I like. I never should have given you the impression that this was going anywhere.
- Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries.
- Brb