“But, Chandler? I thought your phone would be blowing up all the time? isn’t a graveyard dead & empty?”
I’m glad you asked, but I am not referring to the emptiness of a graveyard. I am referring to the amount of ghosting done, by me. A sad but necessary deed, I’m afraid.
Ghosting; a wonderful, wonderful thing that everyone has done at least once but still judges anyone and everyone else who does it. Not me though. I am your bro. I am actively encouraging you to ghost your conquests. Why? I will explain.
Not every film needs a sequel, am I right? of course I am. Take the next 10 seconds to think of all the films you loved that the sequel just didn’t add up to. Done? Cool.
Now imagine if there was some way to prevent all terrible sequels to awesome movies going forward. Now flip that around in your head, turn it over, cut the corners off and paint it blue and think of the first movie as the first night out with this chick. It was awesome, it was loud, it was action packed, it was sweaty (I may be deferring from the film simile now… apologies) but most importantly of all, you landed your Apollo 11 on the surface of her moon. Obviously, if you do know what you’re doing here, this would be the end of the night and you would find a feeble excuse to leave, and return to the bar. But some of you may choose to stick around and leave the next morning (for some reason). Whichever path you choose in this, phone numbers were more than likely exchanged.
A few days go by and you’re living your awesome life, planning where next to take your spacecraft (there are way too many similes in this post) when your phone pings. It’s her from a few days before. What should you do? You enjoyed the first night, and it was an awesome story to tell the guys. But will the sequel live up to that? Also; another important factor in this decision is….. other women. They exist too and it would be rude to give all your attention to just one girl. Remember the last time you put all your eggs in one basket and it didn’t work out? Now, remember that time you had an awesome one night stand and then retrieved some well deserved high fives about it at work and then did the same thing again the next weekend with a different girl?
Pretty obvious what the play is here…..
You ghost the shit out of that text. You had fun. She had fun. Move on. Why end a great story with shitty finalé thrown on at the end? Leave it as an awesome story. Then make another awesome story.