Accidental Marriage via Dating App

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pp recommendation popped up

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ways work out. In my case, I've always been matched with the wrong guys. My matches were always creeps who only wanted to get laid or pervs looking for

pesky one. I couldn't count the num

op spamming me with this ad, it must be for a di

st

and then give it a scathin

he application finished in

ift I had to cover.

ok into the details. The creators were a smart bunch though. Infinity was something most single moms hoped for in dating apps after all. When it was done loading, another pop-up appeared asking me for my sign-up de

ing room and my undying love for dr

ead those? I did try once, Only because I was bored out of my mind and the only thing I understood was the privacy policy. Plus, the terms could n

le picture, and course a brief tale about my likes and dislikes. It wasn't necessary. I had th

ns on my screen. I liked honesty, boundaries,

ght. The internet was our kryptoni

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ency a wounded lion. Lucille's words still e

would be best if we broke up. I do not feel confident in our relationship s

le and make her happy. If there was any truth in the words she told me, what part had I been lacking in? Our sex life was amazi

ptionist made known vocally. She s

t might

iled. Mrs. Verna is quite pissed. I have reached out to May several t

ow I had a bone to pick with her. She just made my day progressively worse

desk to begin working on it but as she did so. I was reminded of Ma

as my cue to leave. I walked up to the top floor, keyed the lock, and collapsed on a chair. My feet propped up to the table in exhaustion as I scrolled through my call log to call Lucille again. Sh

a

e was sort of an influencer and I knew she couldn't go a day without posting something. A part of me was sure I would get my answer there even if I

didn't love me but you lost

one to comment but her pretentious quote made my fingers itch. Upon clicking the comment icon, I was greeted by floods of heart emojis and pity notes from strangers

talking Lucille's profile and hoping it was just wishful prayers from one of her fangirls but it wasn't. The most recent photo on L

scle that did not miss the camera's eyes, you could tell that he was a gym rat but that was it. Did she dump me for a camera-worthy guy? Or was it because I refused to give consent to her voracious demands to let the world know her man? I didn't have an answer to an

colors and whooping five-star ratings. Now that was odd. Dating apps were huge time sinks and the surety of actually ending up with a good partner was once in a blue moon. I was s

r. Not even a one. It made me wonder if the app was god-sent so I installed it and signed up. A notice popped up asking if I agreed to the terms and conditions. There has the urge to check its permission

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