I don’t stand a ghost of a chance

I’ve been dumped. Or at least I think so. I never received official confirmation. It wasn’t until a friend queried the progress of the new man in my life that I realised he’d fallen off the face of the earth.

He was a nice enough chap. I thought perhaps I’d caused some unintended textual offence and was resigning myself to play nicer.

A friend joked, that it was highly probable he’d fallen into the cave many of the men she has dated have found themselves trapped in.