You can have the face, the build, the smile that gets double-tapped instantly but if your best move is disappearing like a magician with stage fright, you’re not hot, you’re hollow. Ghosting isn’t mysterious. It’s lazy. It’s cowardice with Wi-Fi.
Hotness isn’t just appearance, it’s presence. It’s showing up, even when it’s uncomfortable. It’s accountability. And if you think vanishing is attractive, let me tell you: Casper was never anyone’s crush.
Final Thought: Flakiness is ugly, no matter how pretty your face is.
Disclaimer: This is satire, not therapy. If you’re proud of ghosting, you’ve already lost.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	 
																	