LIZ JONES'S DIARY: In which I get ghosted again By LIZ JONES FOR YOU MAGAZINE Published: 08:00 GMT, 4 January 2025 | Updated: 08:00 GMT, 4 January 2025 e-mail View comments Making demands, berating him had no effect, so I thought I would try being nice. After his two weeks of silence, I sent this on Saturday..
. ‘I had high hopes for us. I really did love you.
I hope you are OK and happy. Wishing you well. x’ On Sunday afternoon, it was marked ‘read’.
It’s now Monday afternoon and no response. Weird. It reminds me of that scene in Notting Hill where the two Hughs discuss Julia Roberts .
Bonneville: ‘She said she wanted to go out with you?’ Grant: ‘Yes – sort of.’ Bonneville: ‘That’s nice. You know, anyone saying they want to go out with you is pretty great, isn’t it?’ Apparently not.
I don’t hold out much hope. I can only think it’s another woman. The consensus on Twitter is that he’s married or doesn’t exist* as ‘nobody talks in such a stilted fashion’.
I said he was German to obfuscate, but he does have an accent and he is not English. I do think he would be hard work. I’ve just finished renovating my house, and would instead need to renovate my body, constantly, like the Forth Bridge.
I wanted the excitement of a romance as I need distraction from my life. Every day, bombs go off in my email queue, and it is never good news. In the new house, I pay a monthly £184 direct debit to Octopus for electricity.
Bear in mind I am one person.
