Two years ago, I had a big crush on a guy I met at school. I found him to be so cool, and I loved that he seemed to see something in me, for some reason. But, everything slowed down pretty fast, and he slowly began ghosting me. Like any girl who finds it hard to fall for someone, I was really sad about it. But that went away quickly, once I called him out on ghosting me.

The conversation went something like "is whatever this is over?" and a "yeah, sorry about that," "it's fine, but really rude not to just tell me," "I thought it was pretty obvious," "I guess so. It worked out that I found someone who doesn't want to ghost me," "WTFFFFFFFF? YOU WERE TALKING TO SOMEONE ELSE WHEN YOU DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS OVER?"

I could not believe that this boy had the audacity to be upset at me, a girl he had ghosted, because I was not exclusively talking to him, when he wasn't even actually talking to me. Seeing his reaction, his idea that he could have me as a backup forever, that all I should want in life was to wait for him, I was appalled that I ever liked him. Sure, he was cute, and smelled good, and had an interesting life, but that didn't make him the perfect guy, like I'd always assumed it would.

I'm still so glad that I had the courage to call him out, because, otherwise, it could have taken me way longer to realize that I wasn't the problem, that the issue with guys who are "so cool" is that they're usually only cool because they're so self-absorbed that the only things they find worth doing are things that make them cool.

Obviously, this is not the case for every guy who's interesting, but it was in this case. In the end, everything worked out wonderfully for me, which is why I'm thankful I was ghosted by a "perfect guy."