I wasn’t on Tinder to work through some guy’s confusion about his relationship with his mother. To him, a financial consultant I’ll call Tucker, I was his virtual manic pixie pink-haired emotional Dumpster. After nearly a month of countless messages, I realized something: He was using me as his therapist. Despite sending Tinder messages back and forth for weeks, I never even met him.
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