There is a particular kind of digital acrobatics that some people excel at. It’s not just a skill; it’s an art form. We’ve all been there: the conversation is flowing, the vibe is actually good, and the momentum is building. You’re finally talking to someone who seems interesting, someone who actually gets it.

You suggest meeting up.

“I would love to.”

Then? Silence.

It isn’t just a “I’m busy” kind of silence. It’s the kind of silence that has a personality. It’s the digital version of someone standing in the middle of a sentence, turning around, and walking into a different zip code without looking back.

I find it fascinating. Honestly? It’s funny.

It’s the sheer absurdity of it that gets me. You go from “I would love to” to “the void” in the span of an afternoon. It’s like the person I was talking to evaporated. I sit there, looking at the last message on the screen, and I have to laugh.

People ask me if it bothers me. If I spend my time analyzing what I did wrong or what I could have said differently. I don’t. I really don’t.

I am a man who likes who he likes, and I am a man who knows exactly who he is. If you have the energy to build up a rapport and then lose the ability to use a keyboard the moment a real-life meeting is on the table, that says everything about your comfort zone and absolutely nothing about mine.

It’s a coward’s exit. She didn’t even delete the app or me—she just stopped talking. The best part? She knows me. She actually knows me. She still did it twice. The first time she said she forgot to reply. The second time she stopped reading altogether. Both times she said she would love to meet up, both times she came back. All while I could see her green “online” dot mocking me from the corner of the screen. At that point, it’s not just a coincidence—it’s a pattern.

Here’s the thing everyone gets wrong: women love the bad boys, right? I’m definitely not an angel. But here’s the irony nobody talks about. Ghosting someone you actually know? That’s a bad move. That’s actually bad behaviour. The difference is I own my stuff and know who I am. She’s out here pretending to forget messages and stopping mid-conversation like a glitch in the matrix. If she’s really into that energy, mission accomplished. But the difference between me and whatever she’s looking for isn’t about being good or bad. It’s about having the spine to say what you mean.

Here’s the thing that really gets me. She’s gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. So why is she single? Is it by choice, or is something actually wrong? Because you can’t blame looks. You can’t blame not having options. So it has to be something internal. It has to be that she can’t follow through. She can’t show up. Not physically, not mentally, not digitally. She’s got everything on the outside going for her, but the inside? There’s a disconnect there. A real one. That’s not my problem to solve. That’s not something I’m looking to fix.

I am not looking for someone to look after me, and I am definitely not looking for someone who needs a script to be a human being. I’m looking for someone who can match my energy. If you can’t match the energy of simply saying “I don’t think this is going to work,” then you were never going to be able to handle the energy of actually meeting up anyway.

So, go ahead. Keep ghosting. Keep the silence. Keep the vanishing act.

I’ll just be here, unbothered, enjoying the coffee, waiting for someone who doesn’t need a vanishing spell just to get through a Sunday morning.