My Therapist Ghosted Me - MTGM EXTRA! "The Latest Guy To Ghost Me..."

Episode Date: May 18, 2022

It's time to dive back into your emails and see what you've been up to! This week, Vogue & Joanne hear all about yet another ghosting and an unfortunate incident with a sexy photo...If you'd like to get in touch, you can send an email to [e-mail] more information about Joanne's gigs, just visit www.joannemcnally.comThank you!

Hi! Oh, hi Joanne! Is this the extras episode? Are you talking to me or are you talking to them? I'm talking to you and them. Hi Vogue. Hiya, we're back again.

Welcome back. I'm absolutely thrilled to be back because I've been left alone for a solid hour and 15 minutes. That just doesn't happen in my life anymore.

You need to, yeah. Where are the children? No, I don't have a clue where they are. How would I know? Who cares? Who cares? They're somewhere. They're grand.

They get an unfair time, those children, to be honest. I'm sick of talking about them. No, they're fantastic. They're downstairs having a ball. They're actually having a play date. My friend Ashley's over. And I'm 16 minutes late because, you know what, guys? Do you know what?

Jo was 45 minutes late to this podcast, so we can never give a shit again. She had to get it in. That's fair. That is fair. Welcome to the bonus episode. I've done that bit. Where we have a read.

We have a read of emails. That's what we do. We read. Don't we, folks? We have a read of emails. We read. We advise. We think. Things percolate.

Oh, I love that. Percolate's a great word. Percolate's a great word. But you wouldn't want one of those percolators. A lot of mess. That's a messy coffee. We actually deserve an award for improv.

I mean, it's just quality coming out of us today. Absolute quality. Well, I did. I did. I told you I had something to say and I can't believe

you never knew this and I can't believe I've never told you about it. We were talking about Boris Becker who has gone to jail. He has gone to jail for two and a half years for trying to hide shit.

And I think, you know, it's a little bit excessive. Because, come on, he was bankrupt. Now, very sneaky of him to do that. But, like, he was trying to hide houses and shit like that. Like, how did he think he was going to try to hide a house?

There's no blanket big enough. How do you hide a house? I don't know how he hid the house. He hid a few bits and now look at him. It was for his prison. Do you know what I think he's kind of blocking it,

like just kind of dancing in front of it, like nothing to see, nothing to see here, nothing to see here. Boris, there's a whole house behind you. I know, but you know what though,

when you see everyone else who's getting away with stuff, celebs and like breaking the law and shit like that he really didn't get away with it like I mean he got flung in jail

two and a half years and it's just down the road from Wimbledon that's a stinger that's a stinger yeah I heard he lost 20 million pounds

like what are you spending it on Alzo asked me the other day he was like if you were a billionaire would you still be like this like saving money

on certain stuff I was like absolutely I certainly would did you not want to just go and like splurge in Chanel I was like do you know how much

that shit costs I was like no no no he must have literally been getting up and lighting the barbecue and just putting 50s on it all day to get rid of it

how do you get rid of it and he wasn't spending it on condoms anyway sure he wasn't the idiot certainly wasn't throwing his sperm around town anyway. Sure he wasn't. The idiot. Certainly wasn't. Throwing his sperm around town to any woman who looked twice at him

by the sounds of it. Is that not the most interesting thing you've ever heard? Like, what a stinger. The broom cupboard. Yeah, he got a blow in the broom cupboard. Your one kept the sperm in her mouth and then like turkey basted herself

and got pregnant. I did a bit of reading on this because I didn't know the story of Vogue telling me the story. She denies that and I actually believe her because how on earth would you hold it in your mouth

for that length of time to get to a home care shop buy a turkey baster? I assume there was some conversation. She would have had the turkey baster with her. He's like, nice to meet you, blah, blah, blah. And her mouth is full. Like, you'd notice that.

She's like, I don't know. You're not taking it. Nothing is full. No, no, no. And she's trying to hold it in her mouth. I don't believe. The funniest thing was him asking for a DNA test off that to check that.

I know. I've never seen a child. It'd literally be like Otto coming out of you and you'd be like, I demand a DNA test of that to check that. I know. I've never seen a child. It'd literally be like Otto coming out of you and you'd be like, I demand a DNA test for that child. It was so obvious to his kid.

But now I won't have that, Joanne. I don't like the truth to get in the way of a good story. I'd rather my story about the turkey baster. Okay, yeah.

She smuggled it in her cheeks. Excuse me, look at the size of my mouth. Are you telling me I couldn't smuggle sperm around and still go about my day? I could

I just be accountable Boris be accountable yeah we know what you did you dirty little bastard you know

you did it in a broom cupboard you're 20 million you could have taken it to a hotel room and bought a condom you chose to save money in there

cost him a fortune in the end though cost him a bloody fortune I did like that story poor Boris what an epic fail what an epic fail like

it was so the piece I was reading on it they were like I think they were being intentionally shady because the the waitress who who had his kid

she's like Boris Becker ruined my life she's and then said I can't remember her name just say it's like Sam Smith she's like Sam Smith. She's like, Sam Smith tells us

from her one million pound Kensington apartment bought by Boris Becker. And I was like, rar! Not a bad outcome now for a blowy in a broom cupboard, I can tell you. You know what I mean? We'd all be smoking a sperm with the cheeks if it was going to get us into a million pound apartment in Kensington. Oh, yeah. You know what I mean? We'd all be smoking the sperm of the cheeks if it was going to get us into a million pound apartment

in Kensington. Oh yeah. If it's up, if anyone here is with that shit up for grabs, me and Joanne are in. Yeah, yeah. Knock on the broom cupboard.

I'll be just in there waiting. Any broom cupboard around London, I'll be in there any time of the day or night. Ready to move into my new gaff. Delighted. Oh God. That would be

fucking lovely wouldn't it so we've got some emails will I start will I begin the reading go hi Joanne and Vogue

oh wow my name first that never happens who's this person love them I'm wrestling with whether or not to call out the latest guy to ghost me

the latest Jesus Christ it's a cruel world out there I wouldn't normally but he's been especially shitty it It was casual, but after a month, he started being flaky, and I

sensed he was maybe done, so I just asked him. At this point, he told me he wasn't, and he really missed me and had a dinner that weekend he was going to invite me to, but thought it wasn't my thing, so he went alone. It was at his wedding anniversary dinner. A week later, and I'd heard nothing again, so I assumed it

was over and just forgot about it but a week after that I found out he'd took someone else to the dinner he'd told me about and it's pretty serious he's dating her and has been the entire time

we've been seeing each other. I don't think she knows I exist so he's being crap to both of us. I know people tend to say to let the dead rest and maybe I should have taken hints before but there was no need

for him to lie and string me along and part of me wonders whether I'm just letting rude and disrespectful behavior slide if I say nothing also maybe calling him out would make me feel better advice gratefully received I have to say right I got ghosted before and I didn't call him out on it and I'm so angry that I never did but I actually had a friend at the time who was like you can't do that you can You can't do that. And actually that was terrible advice. I think that if something's on your mind, I would say to him, you know what? You're an awful fucking bollocks. That's what I'm going to,

I'm going to call you out on this, like carefully write a text and say what you have to say and then block them and be happy with your life. And then you'll move on. It's like a sense of closure. I honestly, this happened like over five years ago and I still think if I bump into him, I'm going to tell him what an arsehole he is.

I agree with you. I actually think there's great closure in making your point. I think that often for me, I worry about looking like I care, even though I do care. I don't want to look like I care.

And you're like, oh, the biggest revenge is to just not give a shit because there is something powerful about someone, about not caring about someone, about indifference. There's a lot of power

in indifference. But at the same time, so I would be embarrassed to be seen to care. So I'd be like, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he cares

because he obviously doesn't give a shit about me. He obviously has no respect for me and I don't want to look like I'm Yeah, but have respect for yourself. Have respect for yourself to actually stick up for yourself and be like, you know what?

That is shite behavior and you're a shitebag. I actually agree with you. I think nothing wrong with dropping a shitebag message, blocking him immediately so he has no response. He's no right to reply.

And then you feel good about yourself. Now, the other thing I will say, and I was talking about this with someone recently, you know the kind of, when you're seeing someone and you feel like maybe it's run its course. Yeah. But you never say it straight away because you don't.

It kind of sits with you for a while. You process it. You're like, has it run its course? You're kind of weighing up the pros and cons. So you don't say it straight away. But at the same time, you're not as interested as you used to be. So you're not of weighing up the pros and cons so you don't say it straight away but at the same time you're not as interested as you used to be so you're not as responsive you're kind of doing this

it's called a phase out I call it the long goodbye the long goodbye okay you're kind of setting them up that you're going to pull the cord on it you don't just pull the cord straight away but then when you do pull the cord they throw it back to you

being like well you're being a dickhead you're not responding. You're blah, blah. You're like, I would like to see what, I'd like to know what the listeners think. Do you agree in the slow fade?

Or do you think you just have to say it straight away? I kind of want to know what's coming. Otherwise, I'm like, what? It's too much of a shock.

It's like jumping into the cold water. You want to know what's coming. I'm like, he's pulling away. Is everything okay? Actually, no, it's not. So you have to give them a window and then they have to know it's coming i predict like he's pulling away is everything okay actually no it's not so you have to give them a window and then they have to say it you're joe saying snip

and run i just don't believe people are that straightforward or that that's straight up i just don't i think that you need more time to think about it as well to make sure that you're making the right decision i'd rather a slow and fade long goodbye just so i can be 100 sure but the problem is with the slow fade that if you start fading someone out slow like I've been on the receipt I've done the slow fading and I've been slow faded and when you're being slowly faded out it actually makes you crawl back

more which makes them want you less. You try to win them back because you don't know you're not quite sure what's going on you're like maybe it's in my brain maybe I can win them back so you actually end up kind of going overboard on messages again. I don't know.

I mean, there's no, there's no answer really. Did I tell you I'm seeing someone? Well, hang on Actually you didn't get away with it Joanne Listen to this right Amber just sent me a message She doesn't even know we're doing the pod

So what happened to Joanne's head And secondly Someone I work with said That he saw her wearing the face off this guy In Café Onsen on Sunday You can't get away with anything in this town Can you What happened to her head You can't get away with anything in this town, can you?

What happened to her head? I was wearing some lad like a nose bag in Café Onsen in Dublin. Can't even do that with a bit of privacy these days. Ah, do you? Not in Café Onsen.

Go somewhere nobody goes. Yeah, no. I was getting the wear done on Café Onsen. Listen. Certainly wasn't. You gotta get out and about. Do you know what I mean absolutely

you gotta get your score on my tongue likes to my tongue likes to travel oh my god were you tonguing at the bar well how else do you score do you rub a nose as with Spencer for nine years

I mean I wouldn't I wouldn't I wouldn't be like not now I suppose I suppose not now what about you Jo he's not he's not going to vote.

Joe doesn't do tongue kissing. He doesn't like it. His new wife, Nirdy, she's from Jersey, so they actually do only rub noses over there. I heard that. There's a lot of scoring at the start of a relationship, I think.

There's a lot of wearing of the face. Oh, it's, yeah. Morning, noon and night. Unperfect. Yeah. Yeah. Well, you don't care. You don't care who's easier.

It's like, I am going to like, honestly. I'm going to have to bring a little pair of curtains with me into town next time. Yeah, just like close the curtains, like a little Punch and Judy stage. You know, the little Punch and Judy little stage, the curtains.

Well, you've been rumbled. You've been rumbled. I've been rumbled. That is very funny. Okay, do you want another email? Yes. Hi, Joanna Vogue.

I had my baby girl four months ago. She's a dream. Anyway, I went to my first night out with my girlfriends. Obviously, the wine went straight to my head

and before I knew it, we had ordered a taxi from our local pub to town. Same thing happened to me last week. We went to our bar and all got cocktails feeling sorry for my poor husband at home with my six-week-old baby and older children. I thought I'd cheer him up and send him a sexy picture. While in the toilet I whipped my boobs out and using Snapchat OBS for the filters I took a picture I then sent this in a private message to my husband. Ten minutes later my phone flashed up with a message on Snapchat from my cousin who lives in Canada.

The message read, oh my God, did you mean to post your boobs to your story? That's right. I accidentally publicly posted my tits to my story, which had now been seen by five people. And I had no idea how to delete my story. After 20 minutes of being on there, and me and my girlfriends frantically Googling

how to delete it, I managed to get it down. I still have no idea who saw it. I was too ashamed to look at the viewers. P.S. The next time I went out

after this, I pissed the bed. I don't go out anymore. All the best. One of my worst nightmares is accidentally posting something to my Insta stories because it's one of those things

i had a friend who did something similar and they and they and they went up to her facebook stories then you see because it's connected and we couldn't for the life of us figure out how to get them off her facebook stories so she ended up having to delete her facebook account oh my god yeah it was all sexy photos of herself and and she was in this sexy chat with this guy and she posted the whole thing up to her Facebook. Insta and then, like I say, connected to the Facebook stories. And she was in a tizzy, as you would be.

Because it's just clocking up views. There's nothing you can do about it. I'd die. I'd die. Like, do you remember that time when I posted a review from The Independent on my WhatsApp profile picture

like that was bad enough how embarrassing I actually thought you were just being proud I thought it was kind of cute I didn't realise you'd be so humiliated by the prospect of it

you've got to be what's it called humble I don't even know the word humble yeah she's like what's humble mean what's humble

humility who's, what's humble mean? What's humble? Humility. Who's humble? Who's humble? It sounds delicious. I'm sorry that happened to you. But by the sounds of you, you've got great tits, so lean into it, do you know what I mean? Your husband's a lucky man. A lucky, lucky man. A pissy bed. Oh no.

That would be so annoying to piss the bed. That's a big job to change the sheets. It's not, it's the worst job of all the household chores. I know one girl who got up in the middle of the night. There's always confusion when you wake up. I, honest to God, had this really weird moment the other morning where I woke up and I didn't know if I was in Ireland or the UK. You're kind of completely disorientated. And then the other week on a plane I had a couple of space gins and I landed I genuinely didn't know

if I was landing in Ireland or the UK either I think that's fair enough because you're back and forth like a yellow at the moment yeah exactly and I was genuinely confused also I have a complaint

if it's about Aer Lingus I don't want to hear it I'm going to keep them anonymous out of respect because I don't think they'd recover from this if this got to hear it I'm going to keep them anonymous out of respect because I don't think they'd recover from this if this got out so basically

I'm on the plane the other day like literally living for the space gin two space gins one tube of green Pringles as is tradition fucking love it

get on the plane they do that really annoying thing where they take the cart up the top and they start at the very top so I'm at the box I'm waiting waiting waiting like it's going to be worth it

I'm like I barely have time for the two space gins now but I've decided on top. So I'm at the box. I'm waiting, waiting, waiting. I'm like, it's going to be worth it. I'm like, I barely have time for the two space jeans now, but I've decided on the two. So I'm going to down them. Yeah. She comes down. She's handing out a free bottle of water. I said, where's the bar?

And she's like, oh, no, no, no, no. We don't serve alcohol on this flight. It's too short. Excuse me. I've been flying Dublin to London for four years now. It's now in 15 minutes. I've never once been told it's too short a flight to serve booze on.

I don't know what their deal was. You've actually reminded me. I've been meaning to write a strongly worded letter. Well, Joanne, did I tell you not to book with them? Not drinking. I'm not drinking in the Scott. Like I was like, is there no pilot as well? What else is going on up here?

This is not a normal flight. Joanne, I've just thought of the airline for you. I don't even know if they've gone out of business or not yet. City Jet, right? They go from London City Airport. One time, the air hostess, who was so sound, I had randomly decided to have a drink on the plane. I was going to meet a guy after,

so I was like, I'll have a few, like... Anyway, so I was having a wine, a red wine. Like, what? Weird. This was obviously years ago. I know. And anyway, she sent me off the plane with six red wines and a big bag of corn snacks that I used to love.

Really nice people on those airlines. It's London City. That's what I need. Did I tell you about the time I was flying long haul? I was doing it. I was actually riding a travel piece for the Sunday Times on this Thailand trip. It was amazing.

So I didn't know anyone. It was a press trip. So I didn't know anyone. And it was long haul. So we got on so I didn't know anyone I remember that it was a press trip so I didn't know anyone and it was long haul so we got on and I couldn't sleep I was on the plane

I couldn't sleep so obviously I drank literally two bottles of red and then of course I blacked out completely forgetting that there was we had to change flights

what do you call it like an interconnecting flight or whatever a connecting flight yeah and so I didn't know there was a publicist there was a couple of other journos there there was some travel bloggers what do you call it like an interconnecting flight or whatever a connecting flight yeah and so I didn't know there was a publicist there was a couple of other

journos there there was some travel bloggers who were all because it was a wellness retreat everyone was there they were kind of you know they were well

I woke up to the air steward S basically I'd say she was two seconds away from slapping me across the face everyone was gone off the plane

except the woman who was running the press trip and one of the journalists and one of the wellness bloggers. I had to be escorted through security. I was like, I don't know why

they didn't put me in a wheelchair. They should have put me in a wheelchair. I was completely, I was like a dead body being walked around the place. It was so embarrassing and I was the only one

I got to know the PR girl better that she was saying how she was they were pacing themselves laughing at me judging me of course judging me judging me i i definitely judge you come on there you have it john won't be going on a wellness retreat again i once went to ibiza for a boot camp and it was when spenny was still drinking years ago well oh my gosh i was literally like was literally like, I'm not going to drink. And then they left a free bottle of champagne in our room and it just went from there.

And I have never been so unwell and having to go to like a boot camp with all these people. Oh God, never again. Did you go? You see, that's the difference between me and you. I just wouldn't have gone. I know.

I don't even know how I went. Like it was just hideous. Yeah. Anyway, I felt great after that. Five days. Like it was just hideous. Yeah. Anyway, I felt great after that. Five days later, I was back to normal. That's it, Joanne.

That's it from our second... What's this one called again, Jo? The extra helping. It's called My Therapist Ghosted Me Vogue. Where am I? House. I bloody love house. I bloody love it.

This is the baby brain on us now. Winston got recognised yesterday. It was the funniest shit. It was the funniest shit I have ever seen. So Megan was ahead of me on the cliff walk and Winnie was ahead of Megan. And some girl goes, is that Winston? And I could just hear her saying that.

I was like, how the hell does she know that's Winston? That is so funny He was thrilled with himself Of course he was Got in for a selfie And everything Someone appreciates him This shit about Winston Wright

He's living the absolute life Okay We've gone two walks today That little shy bike Thanks for listening everybody And thanks for your emails We always like them So please send more to

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