Coincidentally, it turned out the San Franciscan was going to be in New York City that weekend, and we made plans to meet when he arrived.
I wrote back to let him knew when I was free and then…crickets.
I chalked it up to another ghosting, but not without worrying that I did something wrong, like somehow coming off as too desperate or too available in my one-line text about rescheduling.
Seriously – coping with dating rejection can be an emotional nightmare.
A lot of times you will hear the pain minimized or someone who does not know you will write an article about how it really is not that bad.
For as long as I’ve been dating, I’ve been drawn to emotionally unavailable guys.
I’ve primarily been single, mostly as an attempt to protect myself from this kind of pain, and the relationships that I have had have been chaotic and pretty excruciating.
And given " instead of what I usually do: sobbing uncontrollably while manically downloading meditation apps. I expect that I will continue to for some time to come, if not forever.
But between my therapist who helps me question my negative beliefs, my friends who keep telling me to not take things personally, and my own relentless work on myself to shake loose from these painful storylines, I’m making some progress.
In another unicorn of dating experiences, the guy who ghosted me after sex wound up un-ghosting me. He’s divorced and realized that he wasn’t ready to be in a serious relationship yet, and admitted that he had his own patterns he needed to work on, like, for instance, withdrawing.