I used to use one of the dating/hookup apps. I matched with a guy, we chatted in the app for a bit, and we finally decided to exchange numbers and meet for coffee. The day we were supposed to meet for coffee — right before I walked out the door, actually — I got a text from him.
Match: “Hey, sorry to do this, but I got pulled into a dinner meeting with a client and my manager, and I’m going to need to reschedule coffee.”
Me: “Oh, that’s fine. Stuff happens.”
He (supposedly) worked for an architecture firm of some kind, so I could believe last-minute meetings. The next day, I sent him a message.
Me: “Hey, how’d your dinner thing go last night? What’s your schedule like so we can reschedule a meeting for coffee?”
Crickets. I tried messaging him another couple of times over the following days and continued to get nothing. I shrugged and figured I’d been ghosted as was the way of things for me.
About six months later, I got a text.
Match: “Hey, how’s it going?”
I hadn’t deleted his number for some reason. I can’t remember why; I meant to and then just forgot. I was surprised enough that I responded.
Me: “Not bad. How about you?”
Match: “Pretty good. You know, we never had that coffee.”
Me: “You’re right; we didn’t.”
Match: “Well, how’d you like to try and meet?”
Me: “Um, sure.”
Then, I thought about it and decided no. Too much ghosting had happened, and while I figured his dinner thing had been true, part of me couldn’t help but wonder. I texted him again about an hour later.
Me: “Um, you know what? I know that I said I’d like to meet, but after thinking about it, I don’t think this is worth it. You ghosted me six months ago, and I’m just really tired of being ghosted. So, thank you, but no.”
Match: “What? Why not? I really want to meet you. I’m really, really sorry I ghosted you.”
Me: “Um, no. I’m sorry, but I’m not interested anymore.”
Match: “Oh, come on! I really do want to meet you!”
I blocked his number and made sure to unmatch him. I also deleted the app, although that was more because I was done with the app as a whole than anything related to him.
Maybe he was really wrapped up in work, but the cynical part of me leans toward the idea that he was either already in a relationship and trying to cheat but then almost got caught, and the reason he texted me six months later was that he’d left the relationship. Or, he’d been trying to meet multiple girls at the same time and happened to double-book himself and the other girl he met first.
Who knows what his real reasons were? But after he started pushing to meet when I said no, I was really glad I didn’t meet up with him. (Although, yes, I always make sure that I meet guys somewhere public — somewhere that I know or have at least had time to scope out — and I always mention to at least one friend that I have a date.)