Well friends, just in time for Halloween, we have a spooky story for you today about the return of a ghost. When a ghost returns, does that now make him a boomerang? Well, either way not exactly what anyone’s looking for in a relationship. If you haven’t read the beginning of this story, you may want to go back to Part 1 and start from the beginning.
A couple months later, I had finally started to get over the whole Matt situation, and I was trying to move on and get back to dating. But inadvertently one day, my mind began to wander back to the good times. This is probably one of the hardest things for me about getting over a relationship. I remember the good times more than the bad, and I spend too much time focusing on the what ifs. So I thought to myself, what would I do if Matt ever got back in touch with me? Would I give him another chance? Strangely enough that same day I see that he viewed one of my snapchats. Did I telepathically send him some signals? Snapchat was really the only social media we ever connected on, but he hadn’t looked at one of my stories since he disappeared into thin air.
As I’m wondering if I’m just making way too big of a deal out of nothing, the next day I get a text from him.
“Hey, how have you been?”
Wait. A. Minute. You completely ghosted me and left me heartbroken and that is all you have to say for yourself. I was flabbergasted. So of course in true passive aggressive fashion, I let the text sit and let him sweat it out for most of the day before responding. I mean I was curious to hear what he had to say for himself.
“I’m doing well. I’m surprised to hear from you.”
All he says back is sorry, and he wonders if I would want to catch up sometime soon? Seeing how our text conversations have never been our best way of communicating I agree to meet and hear what he has to say later that week.
When the day comes and he still hasn’t set up any details for this supposed meeting, I send him a text about whether we are still meeting. He claims to need to reschedule for working late. Do I mind?
Well of course I freaking mind, but what am I supposed to say? Frustrated and wine’d up the following weekend, I text him to get to the bottom of things like the sneaky detective I am. We begin with a little random chit chat about football and then down to business. Here’s a rundown of how the conversation progressed.
“So why are we talking again?”, I ask.
“I don’t know maybe I am just a little lonely.” (Cue red steam coming out my ears)
Matt goes on to say “We always had fun together even doing nothing.” (Duh… that’s called a girl you’re not supposed to let go)
“Yes I agree with that. But I am also not just looking to be available for whenever you are feeling lonely. “
“I can understand that,” he says. “I guess we will have to figure out where that leaves us.”
“Yeah I guess so. But I am definitely out if you’re going to be a jerk or play disappearing acts cause I don’t have time for that.” (Ha. That’ll teach him.)
“Well I promise not to do anything like that again.” (How noble of you)
“Well that’s good.”
“Well I think it may be time for me to head to bed.” Wait. that’s all he has to say. No explanation or anything. Just I won’t do that again. I’m still sufficiently confused about this whole situation, and a little too wine drunk to just leave it at that.
“Hmm… ok. Well hope you sleep well.”
“Unless there is something else you would like to do?” (Well, yeah I’d like you to explain more about why you were such a jerk.)
“Nope just think that is an interesting way to leave the conversation.”
“Is there something else you want to talk about?”
“It’s just confusing to know what you are thinking still because you say we will have to see where that leaves us and make a promise, but it doesn’t really say anything. Maybe you just want more time? I just want to not be confused.”
“Honestly I don’t know what I want out of all this. (Uhh clearly) But I will say that if it’s friendship I will do my best to be available, and if it is something more then I will be up front and honest if it is no longer working.”
“Okay that’s at least a start” I say.
“Okay, what do you want out of all this?” he asks.
“I am interested in seeing where things go with us. I really enjoyed our time together, but always felt disconnected when we weren’t together and really hurt when I didn’t hear from you. I want to know that I can trust you. And whether it turns into only friends or more I guess we will have to see, but I am looking for a serious relationship and not just messing around.” (Ahh finally got to speak what has been on my mind for months at least a little bit.)
That’s about where the conversation wrapped up for that night. Considering how this guy could barely be bothered to string a sentence together in previous conversations, at least this felt like a bit of progress. I was still feeling wary of his tricks, but the hopeless romantic in me was wondering if this could be the re-start of the magical fairytale. Stay tuned to find out what happens next when we agree to meet up on New Year’s Day.
Until next time,