Apparently, actress Charlize Theron did that to the complex-but-talented Sean Penn, which makes it Times-worthy.
NOT. But anyway.
It reminded me of something that happened to me about a decade ago when I was single. I was dating a guy in Florida. He was very nice, smart, interesting. He had a few secrets, I think. We were getting along famously: he’d even taken me home to meet his mother.
And then: radio silence. Nothing.
Here’s the funny thing: I barely noticed. That’s because I’d met someone else and was quite involved in that relationship.
Years later I ran across my “ghost.”
“So,” I said, “I’ve always wondered why you disappeared without a trace.”
“Well,” he said, “do you really want to know?”
“I do,” I said.
“To be honest, I thought you weren’t really a biological female.”
That’s right. He thought I was transgendered.
No joke. I laughed anyway.
“Well, I promise you that I have always been a biological female,” I said. “Why on earth did you think I wasn’t?”
“You had so many gay friends…” he trailed off.
Ghosting in Florida. Always completely logical.
So, have you ever been ghosted? Or ghosted anyone? Tell us about it.