Yeah. After a mediocre first date where he showed signs of a quick temper. We had no friends in common, no overlap in any social circles. I really did not want to deal with his likely negative response to me telling him I didn’t want to continue talking to him, so I didn’t. His second text after I didn’t respond to his first within ten minutes told me I was correct.

His name is Arnold Ferolito. He was a friend of my father. How did they meet? I don’t know. But the story starts like this…

Arnie was down on his luck. He had a business model based on some kind of green/environmental concept. But it was the 1960s - and that wouldn’t be a viable thing for 50 years. So my father’s advice was “Stick to your strengths. You’re a brilliant electronic engineer with experience in video. That will be a growth field. Find something there.” Well, the timing was impeccable. Within a few weeks, there was an accident at a studio in Manhattan. Two cabinet-sized muti-million-dollar videotape machines were blown out a window in Manhattan to the street several stories below. Arnie bought them as scrap, rebuilt and resold them. That became the seed money for AF Associates.

During my tweens, we would visit them for a day once a year or so. Swim in his pool. I’d chat with his daughter (close to my age), who was oddly willing to talk with me - introverted and awkward as I was. Turns out, the whole family was badly twisted. The older (middle) son was bright, but impossible to talk to (aka autistic). The younger one was “disturbed”. My sister (about 3 at the time) nearly died in that pool once. I was the only one who saw her fall in and I fished her right out.

I worked for AFA in the summer of 79 before my senior year in HS. AF did my father a favor and hired me for the few weeks. I assembled the on-location truck that went to the keystone of the remote TV studio at the Lake Placid Olympics. AFAssociates was reputable and successful. At least for a few years.

'Round about the 90s, my father volunteered me to help AF with some “tech stuff”. It turned into endless demands on my time. AF had seen my father demo a video camera connected to a TARGA board in a 486 PC. AF decided he wanted multiple cameras connected to a PC in each of his 3 houses (NJ, LI, FL) so he could keep an eye on them. Enter the GEOVISION board. These were first-gen tech at the time. The setup was difficult and finicky. There was no support. And it ran on Windows 95. Then there was the dynamic IP issue for the home DSL services. Plus VNC for remote access through the open router ports. It became a full-time support gig - with SUPER URGENT calls all the damn time when a PC crashed or an IP address changed. Did he pay? He did not.

All this time he’s working on his new business. An offshoot of AFA, it involves satellite signals and offshore content, and complex licensing. None of which I care to listen to. Oh, and he’s suing his son-in-law. And his daughter won’t talk to him. And his brilliant son working at Intel won’t either. And his wife divorced him 10 years ago. But that’s OK, his new wife Olga is young and beautiful and Russian. And he gets more and more insistent with his political opinions. Which are generally disgusting racist, elitist, anti-immigrant, winner-take-all, AnCap, well, you know the type. Except this was still the 1990s when Newt Gingrich was the worst US politics had to offer. He was out there.

Well, It got annoying. No pay, calls all the time, constant blame for issues, noxious opinions. My father had passed away, so I had nothing tying him to me. So I ghosted him.

He called me endlessly and left long voicemails. Some were guilt trips calling out to my dead father. Some were poor-me pity pleas citing his failing health. The calls lasted several YEARS, but finally tapered off. I never looked back.

Except I did. I looked him up. Holy shit, he’s in WIKIPEDIA! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RM_Broadcasting He’s LITERALLY a foreign agent! As declared by the State Department! He is a small part of a root cause of the downfall of this country. And I am sure that he is proud of the way things are headed.

If he (or anyone he knows) reads this, I am doxxed. But I really doubt this has any traction to spread. Please do not repost this.

I dated a woman for a couple of years. She was cool and I was fond of her but idk we just never really went further than dinner/drinks hook up. We would go through this routine 2-5 nights a week.

One day I got an 18-month job in another state. I told her I would be home the 2nd weekend of every month to tend to my house and she said she would miss me but at least we would see each other.

When I left we had an emotional goodbye and she promised to call every day. We stayed in touch and saw each other the 2nd weekend of the month and things were okay. In my 5th month out there, the boss gave me a full week off. It was short notice so I didn’t have a chance to tell the ladyfriend. I just hopped on a flight home.

I rented a car and drove over to her place. When I got there I had this feeling shit was off, so I walked over to the payphone by the mailboxes and called her. I told her what was up and that I was headed over. As I walked back to the car I watched a dude walk out of her apartment as she followed. He turned and kissed her like he had been at sea for a year.

I got in the car and drove home. I dropped off my shit and hit the bar. I got tight as fuck and ended up going home with a waitress. The next day hung over like a mother fucker I rented my place to another friend and hopped back on a flight and spent my time off exploring my new city.

Never talked to her again. I don’t have Facebook or any of that shit and I have changed phone numbers a couple of times since then. A mutual friend said she told everyone she broke up with me because we could do the LDR thing lol oh well.

There’s a whole half of my family I don’t talk to anymore.

I try not to ghost people. I don’t like being ghosted myself, so I want to avoid feeling like a hypocrite. But I typically get ghosted anyway. It’s frustrating, and depressing. If I’m giving off the wrong vibe, I’d like to know so I can correct it. But instead I’m left wondering what it could be and I have a bad habit of overthinking everything to begin with.

The last time I was ghosted was a couple weeks ago. I thought things were going well, but then she just stopped responding. I broke character and reached out one more time, but still got nothing. It sucks. Thought we had a connection.

🤷‍♂️ I miss the old days of dating.

I am a ghost.

I’m extremely introverted and non-confrontational, so if a situation is too unpleasant or stressful, I vanish. It’s what I’ve pretty much always done. I have no idea how many times I’ve had someone say to me, " Hey - what happened to you? I just looked around and you were gone."

It’s sort of a trap. A lot of it is that, in addition to being introverted and generally non-confrontational, I’m hyper aware of people’s emotions, so if I expect that they’re going to be angry or hurt, I especially don’t want to deal with it. But of course, then I introduce the chance that they’re going to be angry or hurt because I “ghosted” them (or as it was most commonly known before the social media era, I “blew them off”). And yes - I feel bad about that.

All in all though, it’s still generally less unpleasant than the alternatives.

Everyone I went to high school with. Although to be fair, they did the same. So I guess win-win?

All the time.

Pretty much never intentionally, though. I’m just bad at keeping up with people.

No. I think it’s a pretty shitty thing to do unless you had a reason to feel unsafe, which I personally never have.

I’ve got a great story about this one, but I will have to write it up in a couple of hours.

Only online. As soon as someone starts being pedantic in the comments and then argues about how they aren’t missing the point, I’m out. Not worth spending more time on.

I had an abusive family member. Whenever they wanted to start fights I would stay quiet. It got to the point of them insulting me every chance they got. I ghosted them for almost 3 years now. Just finally moved out of that house. My wife and I are living in our car, but we are free from abuse and that’s all that matters. That family member truly had a hold on us as slaves. So finding an escape was incredible.

I ghosted my father when I was 19. seen him a couple times since then at family gatherings but we didn’t talk. once in a while he sends me mildly deranged emails or text messages after midnight but I just ignore them. I guess I’ve sorta ghosted my grandparents too, and my aunts and uncles. though I’m not ignoring their attempts to contact, we are just mutually not contacting each other. I feel bad about it sometimes but they are miserable people and very hard to be around for me and I have to assume they aren’t too broken up about it because they never reach out.

Plenty people. For stuff like

• insisting on a subject after I clearly said “I don’t want to talk about this”
• throwing a tantrum against me for something that is clearly not my fault
• sending me multiple messages sequentially, containing nothing of value
• trying to proselytise their stupid superstition, whichever it may be
• bossing me around with uncalled advice, after I said to drop it

And I don’t feel bad for ghosting any of those. At all.

I hesitate to say yes or no because ghosting comes in many levels. There are many people I prioritize last if at all, and there are some people that some would say I definitely have good reasons to ghost absolutely, but the potential for circumstantial nuance (especially in my life) would make this practically difficult to foresee myself doing. The closest I come to a perfect example of a ghosted individual is my best friend’s birth mother who wants to steer his life away from mine and my other best friend’s since she (the birth mother) is culturally discriminatory.