Ran Into a Ghost Last Night
Guess That Makes Him a Zombie?
Last night I went to my regular watering hole. This bar is just a few blocks down the street from me and it’s cheap, which means it’s dangerous but also the most fun.
While I was there with my friend and her not-boyfriend-boyfriend not one but TWO different guys I have had sexual relations in the past happened to wander in.
One made sense as he is my neighbor. And whatever, we still talk occasionally, no big deal.
The second one lives nowhere around here. He, in fact, was one of the many men who GHOSTED me in the past. Which was really fucking ironic or serendipitous or whatever as I had just written about ghosting two days ago. Maybe he knew and subconsciously felt left out since I failed to mention him in that post. Anyway, it had been over six months since I had seen, heard, or even thought about that guy.
I was at the bar ordering another drink (we will say it was my 5th but who keeps count these days?) when I noticed a quite attractive man a few stools down from me.
“You look familiar,” he said as he took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.
I stare at him for a moment and then it hits me:
“Oh, indeed. That’s because we’ve fucked.”
His eyes go wide. He realizes it too.
“Oh! Yes. I guess that would be the reason.”
I move closer to him (he’s still looking as fine as the day we boned):
“I was just thinking about you the other day,” I say, “I was writing a blog about ghosting and I remembered you because we had this long philosophical conversation about dating and being open and honest and how ghosting was a bullshit form of not communicating. Remember that? Then, do you remember how I sent you some texts the next couple of days after and you never replied? Like, how you said you’d never ghost and then you did just that?! That was hilarious!!”
He furrows his brow:
“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do,” he insists.
Fast-forward to today and this text exchange where he informed he was now back with his ex-wife. But, here’s the kicker, he continued:
“I wouldn’t say it’s entirely accurate that I’m not into you.”
They are not in an open relationship.
I’m trying to understand the male brain here.
We went out a couple of times. We had sex. We stopped talking. We run into each other and have a casual conversation. Then he texts me to tell me he’s back with his ex but he might still be into me?!
If I were his ex-wife I would have stayed an ex because of this kind of behavior.
Exes are exes for a reason.
There’s this meme:
I’m not saying it’s ALWAYS bad. I’m sure there are circumstances where reuniting after spending time on personal growth might make it more reasonable and likely for success.
But… if you’re with someone monogamously and you’re thinking about how you might possibly be into someone else… perhaps that’s a sign that the two of you aren’t right for each other?
Or maybe he’s the type of guy who likes to have a serious relationship but then get fresh hot fries on the side?
Yes, I like sex. I am a slut. I enjoy hot fresh fries just as much as the next person, but I do have boundaries. I even have morals if you can believe it. And even if this guy and his ex-wife end up apart again (and they will as that’s pretty apparent) I could not, would not want to ever take a bite of his fries.
I can forgive a ghost (cuz they dead). I can’t accept a zombie though, because I enjoy having my brains intact.
Anyone have a different opinion on the matter? Am I reading it wrong? Did I just waste a bunch of time thinking about this? Probs.