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What could be more gratifying than having a guy whom you’ve been seeing – if you’d call it that – tell you that he has deleted Tinder. I don’t even know what it is. How do you define what it is?

Hanging out?

Seeing?

Dating?

FWB?

Does it even matter?

Anyhow, when he told me he’d deleted Tinder I was more or less shocked. Like what do I say to that? All I had was “Oh I turned off my discovery”. He practically committed to whatever this is and I sounded like a half hearted dimwit. Typical Claire.

I’ve had my share of falling for complete and utter assholes who break up via text and accuse me of cheating. Part of me is a bit scared of what lies ahead, another quarter of me is still trying to combat my embarrassment following my Mother’s comments.

What could be more embarrassing than your Mother following every one of my yawns with her rendition of Vengaboys’ “Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom“. I’ve never rolled my eyes this much in my life.

The final quarter of me is still trying to work out if he is or isn’t going to be like every other guy.

I’m hoping he is different.

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