Ghosting is normal now. That’s completely bonkers.

“I don’t realize,” we wailed to no body in particular. “I don’t realize!”

I’d been holed up in my own apartment for pretty much five days in December, fighting the flu with chicken soup and comedies that are romantic. By this time, I happened to be feeling sufficiently physically to come back to function the following day. But emotionally, I happened to be in pretty bad shape.

We knew ghosting had been typical. It had happened certainly to me after a second or 3rd date, which stung. But never ever similar to this: For three times, I experiencedn’t heard through the guy I’d been seeing for over 30 days, who was fighting the exact same bug.