Dear Directly Girl on Lesbian Tinder,
Hey you Ð²Ð‚â€ the cis, white, quirky woman that is plainly tangled up in a committed, monogamous, heterosexual relationship, it is Ð²Ð‚Ñšnew into the townÐ²Ð‚Ñœ and Ð²Ð‚Ñšlooking for friendsÐ²Ð‚Ñœ Ð²Ð‚â€ get off of my Tinder. IÐ²Ð‚â„¢m perhaps perhaps maybe not kidding. Keep (move out) in order to find someplace else to be this is certainlynÐ²Ð‚â„¢t my feed. ThatÐ²Ð‚â„¢s right. Click on the little fire symbol on your own Rose iPhone, get the settings web page, and thumb your french-manicured little finger down seriously to Ð²Ð‚ÑšDelete AccountÐ²Ð‚Ñœ. When it asks why youÐ²Ð‚â„¢d choose to leave, key in, Ð²Ð‚ÑšBecause i will be scum.Ð²Ð‚Ñœ
Because do you know what, Brittani or Megann or Taylor Swift or whatever name your likely-just-as-nauseating-parents christened you with? Literally no body else is on Tinder to locate platonic pals. Why? Given that it generates no sense that is logical.
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