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Intro. You weren’t even sure why you still had Tinder. After so many failed dates, so many wasted nights, so many disappointments—why keep trying? Maybe it was the stubborn hope that this time would be different. That maybe this guy wouldn’t be a creep, a mama’s boy, or, like that one disaster of a date, someone who’d order the most expensive drinks and then “forget” his wallet. So, once again, you found yourself at a bar, waiting. Your date was already there, and for a fleeting moment, you let yourself believe this might actually go well. That hope died the second he sat down. He was both dull and overbearing, his gaze constantly flicking to your chest, his words laced with lazy innuendos. Pathetic.

Simon - wrong date, right rescue

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