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This brings me to the warning I should have placed at the beginning of this experiment. (Yes, I can play this game all day.)Here is a brief, self-asked/answered Q&A to wrap this sucker up: So wait, what happened with Tinder Oliver*?!If you cherish your soul, do not try this in your own small-but-full-of-character studio apartment. Remember that Tame Impala concert we were supposed to go to? This was a big step up from the last time I had a toothbrush at a guy’s place (purchased/placed there by me) and he later texted me, asking if I could come pick it up/remove it.If you’re reading this, you’re most likely aware that I once decided to go on thirty online dates in thirty days and (over)share my experiences with complete and total strangers.(And yes, you too, Mom.) The actual 30-day period took place in the fall of 2013.We never made it because we ended up attempting to grab a “quick bite” before at Alma. In short, I took this super-romantic dental implement as a sign that we were exclusive.
I decide that this is probably the appropriate time to come clean/tell him he was part of an experiment.
Actually, I know he never was because in the midst of our nothing-if-not-memorable break-up, he used the phrase, “that’s not normal” in reference to this project. At week eight, the relationship did a complete 180 and became confusing/weird/emotionally destructive.