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The President This was three years ago, and I started college down in the country.

I was 18, female, and on Tinder. I never actually met anyone off it, but I would swipe

through guys just to be nosy and see who was on it.

I was swiping right on some, and about an hour after, got a message from a guy, who,

according to his account, was about 20 kilometers away. We made some small talk. It was awkward,

and I stopped replying. A day later, I got a friend request of him on Facebook.

Mind you, I have a common enough name, so it would have taken him ages for him to find me.

We have no mutual friends, and my Tinder photos is not on my Facebook page.

The only thing that I had on it was the university I was attending, so maybe that's how he found me, but I don't know.

I then quickly got a follow request on Instagram, and he somehow found my Snapchat username.

I don't have it on any of my social media, and it's a variation of my full name with extra added in vowels and an underscore.

I was freaking out at this point.

I messaged him asking how he found out my full name, and he just replied with,

I think we have a connection.

I really want to get to know you better.

I unmatched him, deleted my Tinder, and blocked all of the accounts he tried to add me on.

After that, it was quiet for a few months.

I was staying in digs and was knuckling down as I had a lot of assignments from the get-go.

This was towards the end of November.

I had no assignments due for two weeks, so I decided to go out with some friends.

One of my friends stayed in the student accommodation, and the other was commuting, so she

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