"Nah man, she ghosted you. Don't fuck with that shit bro."
"Ghosted me? What does that mean?"
"Nah, nah man, you know. Disappeared on your ass."
"Yeah okay... "
"Ok, so what you say - at first everything goin good right? Yeah?"
"Yeah... "
"She get you in a a little close right? Then you set a date... "
"Yeah... "
"Then right before the date she cancel, and you ain't hear from her since, that right? "
"That's exactly right. "
"See, she ghosted your ass, cause she a ghost. If she didn't like you she just wouldn't set a date - so she playin. She a ghost."
"Ok... So... "
"Man, you stupid. You don't fuck with that shit bro! Ok? You and me don't mind a little bit of a chase as long as catching is involved - but a ghost, they don't see it like that. Ghost? It's all about chase. No catchin."
"Ghost no catch."
"That's right! Ghost no catch. You getting it my man. Sometimes they make a mistake, and you get a little too close, and then they gone for days. And that's how you know they a ghost."
"Huh."
"So just stay way from that shit. Times in life all you have is your dignity, and if you hand that shit off to a ghost it won't be there when you need it."
"Well, it's not like she's a bad person or anything."
"Nah man, she not - her feet is cold. You want warm feet."
"Warm feet. Makes sense to me."
"See bro, it's like playing tag - if one person always 'it' - by the end they just tired and pissed off. Two gotta share that shit." Finger stab. "You got a cigarette? I'll pay you a quarter for one..."
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