A College Student’s Guide To Avoid Getting Ghosted

So, you felt like you guys hit it off. You were texting, hanging out a couple of times, and maybe even hooked up. But then they left you on read (or even worse, forever on delivered), which was the last you heard from them. They ghosted you. It doesn’t make sense because you thought things were going great! 

That feeling of what you did wrong is nagging at you. You didn’t even get an “it's not you, it's me.” Fear not; your hilarious and oddly specific how-to guide on never getting ghosted again is here, brought to you (anonymously) by college students. 

Don’t Try To Tag Team Her 

“I was talking to this guy who lived a couple of hours away from where I live. We kept trying to make plans to meet up for lunch to finally meet each other, but it never worked out. One night he had a hockey game close to where I live, so he texted me about his game. Then he tried to invite himself and his entire hockey team to my house to hang out and hook up with me. When I said no, he literally sent me directions from the hockey arena to my house because he stalked me on snap maps. After that, I blocked him, and he moved to Canada, thankfully.” 

Well, if you’re looking for the best way to get ghosted, this would have to be it. Unsolicited tag team requests followed by stalking? That pretty much takes the cake. 

The Feeling Is Not Mutual
“Me and one of my guy friends started hooking up, and it was good, but we both decided it was just going to be a friends-with-benefits thing. You know, no strings attached. I didn’t have any romantic feelings on my part, but apparently he did. One day we were hanging out, and told me that he cared about me a lot, and that he was in love with me. I ghosted him after that. Maybe I’m a bad person, but it is what it is.” 

It’s a sad reality, but it’s not uncommon for friends with benefits to end this way. If you're “just friends” and catch feelings, you might have to keep them to yourself. 

At Least Buy Her A 4 For 4 

“I ghosted this guy I was talking to because one day we were hanging out, and we went to Wendy’s. This man asked for two separate orders in the Wendy’s drive-through! I ended up having to pick up the whole check because they didn’t separate it.” 

Us girls don’t need much. We can pay our way every now and then, but is a 4 for 4 really too much to ask? Just buy her some damn Wendy’s. 

Make Sure There’s No Tinfoil In Your Ass 

“Me and this girl had been talking for a little bit, and one day I went over to hers to hang out. We were hooking up, and everything was going pretty good. We started doing it doggy style, and then I saw something shiny in her ass. I looked at it for a really long time to try and figure out what it was, and then I realized it was tinfoil. I think she ate it and couldn’t digest it or something, but as soon as I saw it was tinfoil, I got up and left. I haven’t talked to her since.”

Yikes. I don’t even know how to react to this. How does this even happen? How do you avoid this? Is this a common occurrence!? I guess…try not to consume tinfoil?

It’s Too Soon 

“There was this guy that I knew of through mutuals, but we’d never really talked that much before. One night I went out to a party with my friends, we had some drinks, we were having a good time. I ended up meeting the guy, and we were talking for a while. Well, I ended up drunkenly making out with him. During, he told me that he loved me, even though it was our first time hanging out, or even meeting in person. I never saw him or talked to him again.”

Confessing your love is a pretty intense thing to do, so maybe don’t do it drunk the first time ever meeting her? I would suggest waiting just a little bit longer. 

But Is Basketball Really Your Job?

“I met this person through Instagram, and we had been talking for a little bit. One day we were texting back and forth, and they told me that basketball was their job. They go to a D3 school, and they are definitely not getting paid for sh*t. That was the end of that for me.” 

This might not send everyone running for the hills, but it will send some. Hey, if you’re D3 and think basketball is your job, good for you. Maybe you should pick and choose who you share that with.

Don’t Threaten Them 

“I was talking to a girl, and after a little bit, I realized she was kind of crazy. She kept telling me that if I ever f*cked her over, she had shooters on standby. I was pretty done after that; she never heard from me again.”

Shooters??? On standby??? Only kind of crazy??? I take it back; this might be the best possible way to get someone to never talk to you again. PSA, death threats=block button. 

Maybe Don’t Share Your Crazy Conspiracies? 

“This guy believed the Earth was flat. Like actually believed it. I was hanging out with him, and he went on an extreme tangent for an hour trying to convince me the Earth was flat. I just sat there in silence, and when he was finished, I got up and went home. Never spoke to him again.

If you are an “Earth is flat type” of guy, I think it’s pretty safe to say that your only match will be an “Earth is flat” type of girl. Or, you could just keep your super out-there conspiracies to yourself. 

At the end of the day, almost everyone has been the ghost-er and/or a ghost-ee. Whether the reason is valid or not, sh*t happens; sometimes, it just doesn’t work out. It might be nearly impossible to avoid getting ghosted completely. My best advice for you is don’t force weird sexual things, stay away from threatening death upon your partner, and maybe ditch confessions of love unless you think the feelings are mutual. Good luck out there. It’s a tough dating world! 

Strike Out, 

Boca Raton

Morgan Harms 

Morgan Harms is a Content Writer for Strike Magazine Boca. She is a pisces mermaid infatuated with the ocean and the color blue.  She spends her free time daydreaming, wave hunting, and blasting music from whatever genre she’s into that day. You can reach her on Instagram @morganjharms, or by email morganjharms@gmail.com. 

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