“See you again soon?” she whispered.
“God, I hope so,” I breathed.
I think I’m kind of in love with her already.
* * * *
Sappy feelings rescinded. I hate her now.
It had been four. Fricking. Days. Since she spoke to me last. At first, I had hoped she was just busy, but at this point it was undeniable. She was ghosting me.
I had ghosted people before. Especially if I was scared of them. I had definitely met men before that acted really aggressively if I rejected them. So sometimes it was safer to just ghost. But with women? Sure, it could be awkward to try and reject someone (as it always is, when feelings are involved), but I usually made up some excuse or just told them straight up I wasn’t interested in them romantically (if I wanted to keep them as a friend, at least).
But she di
