And since my adventures in dating these days have been pretty horrific, it would only make sense that I’d get a double whammy of assholery.
Here’s a fun story: I met this 41 year old guy on Bumble that stood for all the things I care about. “Humility. Care. Give A Shit. Empathize. Repeat.” We had a pretty quick and fun connection but I soon realized that all of his messages were turning into pure flattery and an overexcitement for the future together. Love Bombing at it’s finest. All the red flags go off and I totally pull back, but we knew some of the same people, I knew his entire digital footprint (it was extensive), and everything he told me checked out. So wait, maybe he was just a romantic at heart? But yeah, Julie, it’s still too much and too weird.
My gut knew this guy was off so I listened to it and put zero stock in any of this, but after three weeks of the messages I needed to see it in person. Remember, I’m the person that likes proof and no ambiguity. I wanted to see what would happen in real life. The day before the date I ask him what time we’re meeting the next night. He responds, “7:00pm at the latest but we’ll obviously talk throughout the day to get a better actual time.”
The next day? This is what I got in return to my reaching out to him:
This dude totally ghosted me. No like, he vanished and I never, ever, heard from him again.
At this point it’s all just laughable, right? I mean it’s one thing to get love bombed and another to get ghosted. But the double punch? IMPRESSIVE.
Hey, at least I have all the details on his life via Aste. There was no wife, no kids, and various links confirming his occupation and the rest of the stuff he told me checked out.
If only there was a way to verify whether or not someones an asshole… yeah, that’ll be another company under the Aste umbrella some day. But for now, we’ll give you an entire digital footprint of your new date with only just a first name and phone number. Check it out:
Till then, be safe from the jerks.