First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes...Tinder?

A friend of mine once told me that if you find out information about someone in less than 6 clicks, it is not considered stalking. He made this up, but I choose to believe in his theory anyway.

I downloaded Tinder again last weekend. After being off of dating sites for over a month, I dove back in. Decided what the hell? Why not? I haven't met anyone in my day-to-day life, so let's give this another go.

I was also under the influence of cold medicine, and it seemed like a really good idea at the time.

I matched with someone, and we started messaging right away; about television, movies, music, and the like.

I'd like to point out that those are my favorite topics to discuss with someone when I first meet them. I think someone's taste in music or movies says more about them than their major in college, or even their job, in some cases.

After a few days of messaging through the app, we exchanged numbers. I liked that it took him a couple of days to ask me for my number. So many guys ask right away, when I've sent them less than two messages.

Slow and steady wins the race.

You know when you first meet someone, you tend to talk morning, noon, and night? That's exactly what was happening with us. It was nice. It was something I haven't experienced in quite some time.

This morning I decided to do a little stalking. But wait! It's not stalking if it takes less than 6 clicks, right? I just wanted to see his Facebook page. I just wanted to make sure he had a normal amount of friends, and some pictures, so that I knew I wasn't dealing with a psycho, you know?

I found him in under 6 clicks. It wasn't difficult.

I also found pictures of his wife, and his twin boys. He failed to mention them in any of our previous conversations.

No sooner did I discover this information, did he text me.

I didn't respond. Instead, I texted a few friends, and emailed others. I calmed myself down, so that I didn't respond on a whim, and regret what I said.

In the past, I probably would have kept quiet. I would have deleted his number, and unmatched him from Tinder, but not call him out on it, because what's the point?

But that was then, and this is now.

I finally said, "You're married."

You're married - period, not question mark. Because it wasn't really a question, was it?

He explained that he's only looking for "interesting people to talk to" and I quickly responded with, "Okay, I get it. But that's not what I'm looking for, so take care."

I could have said any number of things: Does your wife know? How long were you going to keep talking to me, as if you didn't have a family at home? How many other girls do you talk to?

But I didn't, because it's not my job to teach him manners.

My friend Kate reminded me that while this is a "L" in the love column, it's a "W" for my personal growth and integrity.

I have since deleted his number, and removed him from Tinder, all while telling myself: slow and steady wins the race.