I’m always laughing when I talk to guys in this post-divorce dating game. They missed the metamorphosis in the dating crowd, and the gen X dudes are stuck hunting tinder veterans of probably the worst generation of stock we’ve ever had.

They get such whiplash, like this. “Uh so just ‘cause we’ve been dating all the time for 3 months doesn’t mean we’re exclusive! You have to shekelberg it all out and sign a binding memorandum of understanding in order to assert any measure of exclusivity!! Duh!!! If you just assume we owe each other fidelity then ur just a possessive red flag douche!!!”

The light, quick “well, it’s not series with the other guys, it’s just texting, sex, eating out….it’s NBD duh” is very on-brand for her spincel kind