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Will do.

I’m gonna ignore you dropping weird lingo like you’ve never been online before.

Noted. Bye.

Press Release: Single In The Six

Toronto-based dating app Single In The Six released an updated user agreement this week in order to better ensure users can browse and connect safely. The updates include an expanded list of prohibited words, clearer definitions of harassment and predatory behaviors, and a more comprehensive strategy for banning users who violate the agreement. Additionally, the app developers reported strengthening their algorithms in order to better catch offensive messages before they are received by the intended recipients.

“Female users in particular told us they were tired of receiving obscene photos, unsolicited propositions, and harassment from other members,” Single In The Six developer and co-founder Sebastian Rossi said. “Since our app has a local focus, members expressed concern that users who were sending threatening or offensive messages would know their geographic area. No one should have to make a trade-off of their personal security in order to find love.”

The new user agreement comes into effect on March 7.

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ASHLEY

RunnerGrrl92:

How’s it going? Just got back from a run.

SketchArtistCP:

Well, you’ll be running around my mind all day.

You’re making my heart race.

But I can think of other ways of making you sweat.

You’re killing me.

SketchArtistCP:

Are you my training plan? Because I’ll go for as long as you tell me to.

What can I say? Endurance athletes do it for longer?

I skim through my text thread with Clint, a tall, sexy architect—if his profile is to be believed—that I matched with a few days ago. Our text thread has been heating up all week, a nice distraction from Laurel freaking out about her trip up north and what Cal’s parents think of her. Stevie’s been giving in-law pep talks. I have nothing to contribute, so I’ve been sending racy puns to Clint instead.

He suggested we meet at a swanky club downtown. It’s not my usual vibe, but I’ve had enough of mini golf, bowling, and various quirky outings lately. Grabbing a regular old drink on a Saturday sounded like a reprieve. Now I need to pull myself together or I’ll be staring dreamily at his ab selfies until it’s time for me to leave.

The group chat with my friends is on fire while I’m getting ready—my phone might explode from how often it’s vibrating. Laurel is checking in while she gets ready for pub night with Cal’s friends in North Bay, and Stevie is probably ignoring her children to filter through 700 outfit photos between the two of us.

Laurel sends one in tight jeans and a slinky silver tank top.

Laurel:

Is this too much skin? IDK if I want to be super sexy but I also don’t want to be matronly. Plus it’s freezing here so my outfit needs to go with a parka. Help?

Stevie:

Why not sexy? You’re hot as hell.

Cal loves that shirt, so why not?

I know way too much about which clothes Cal likes on my best friend, or rather likes taking off my best friend.

Laurel: