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6/21/2025, 10:12:42 AM
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>I recently experienced a flicker of possibility. With James. We met on Raya, the dating app. There was something mutual from the start — wordplay, emotional precision, a tone that felt attuned. It was brief, but it caught light. I remember saying to him, “Even fleeting connections matter, when they’re mutual and lit from the inside.” I meant it.
There was just enough spark to wonder what might unfold. Enough curiosity to imagine a doorway. But he didn’t step through it. Not with a plan. Not with presence. He hovered — flirting, retreating, offering warmth but no direction.
>Sexual tension and a spark aren’t reason enough to sit still and hope there’s substance behind the shimmer. So I named what I felt. I texted him clearly, with care, not simply to declare attraction but to extend a real invitation to explore what was possible. I didn’t chase. I invited, leaving the door open. If he ever wanted to cross the threshold — not just to take, but to meet — I was willing. I wanted. I still do.
>He never replied. He still follows my Instagram stories — one of those small gestures of passive engagement that so many of us now mistake for closeness. It looks like interest. It feels like silence.
>There are thousands of Jameses. I have known dozens. The arc varies, but the undertow is familiar.
hilarious shit
+50yo roasties can write articles about getting ghosted like its a serious tragedy in the kike times, but nobody gives a shit about men being ghosted (or if they do they are "entitled" and "problematic") nor do they question age realism (no wonder no one wants her) or the consequences of feminist metoo bullshit and unchecked tinder hypergamy lol
ps: article is full of "—" which is sign of gpt slop, this clickbait garbage isnt even written by a real toastie roastie
>I recently experienced a flicker of possibility. With James. We met on Raya, the dating app. There was something mutual from the start — wordplay, emotional precision, a tone that felt attuned. It was brief, but it caught light. I remember saying to him, “Even fleeting connections matter, when they’re mutual and lit from the inside.” I meant it.
There was just enough spark to wonder what might unfold. Enough curiosity to imagine a doorway. But he didn’t step through it. Not with a plan. Not with presence. He hovered — flirting, retreating, offering warmth but no direction.
>Sexual tension and a spark aren’t reason enough to sit still and hope there’s substance behind the shimmer. So I named what I felt. I texted him clearly, with care, not simply to declare attraction but to extend a real invitation to explore what was possible. I didn’t chase. I invited, leaving the door open. If he ever wanted to cross the threshold — not just to take, but to meet — I was willing. I wanted. I still do.
>He never replied. He still follows my Instagram stories — one of those small gestures of passive engagement that so many of us now mistake for closeness. It looks like interest. It feels like silence.
>There are thousands of Jameses. I have known dozens. The arc varies, but the undertow is familiar.
hilarious shit
+50yo roasties can write articles about getting ghosted like its a serious tragedy in the kike times, but nobody gives a shit about men being ghosted (or if they do they are "entitled" and "problematic") nor do they question age realism (no wonder no one wants her) or the consequences of feminist metoo bullshit and unchecked tinder hypergamy lol
ps: article is full of "—" which is sign of gpt slop, this clickbait garbage isnt even written by a real toastie roastie
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