69th Street: Ghosting
The first time someone ghosted me, there wasn’t a term for it. I was a senior in high school and my very handsome crush had unexpectedly deleted me on Facebook and wouldn’t respond to any of my texts. He hadn’t been a particularly likable crush, but as I’ve already mentioned, he was very handsome. Being so completely ignored made for a pretty painful couple of teenaged months. My takeaways from the experience were that I was disposable, and that I should be grateful for any amount of attention a man was willing to give me.