There's nothing like a painful, from an to make you long for a "normal" dating experience — especially if said breakup happens a month before your 30th birthday. Embarrassingly enough, this split last year had me down so bad that I ended up . Yeah, not my proudest moment.

Once I snapped out of it and realized that I was losing precious energy because of an emotionally stunted man, I wasted very little time before crawling back into the . And after a few weeks of getting reacquainted, I made a promising Tinder match: he was handsome, witty, and lived nearby. We met for drinks in our neighborhood and had some really great conversation.

There weren't any awkward lulls or silent pauses, we shared some laughs, and even discovered that we were both members of the same Spanish-English practice group. Things went so well that we ended up heading to his house, smoked a joint on his couch, and promptly hooked up. It was truly a very fun and easy date, and it served as a great palette cleanser for me post-breakup.

I was even open to going on another one, but here's the kicker: once he dropped me off, met my dog, kissed me goodbye and walked out the door, I knew I would never see him again. Now, you're probably confused. Why would I decide to cease all communication with someone I just had such a lovely time with? That's a fair question, but I'll raise you another: why not? Allow me to introduce you to the beauty of mutual ghosting.

Although this man and I had immediate chemistry and a.