Super Chicken Bumble

Thursday, Jan 9, we matched on bumble.

She opens by saying, “Hope you’ve had a great week and enjoying the sunshine! ☺️”

I reply, “Hey thanks! You too! Have you been able to get any sun?”

She replies, “I did when I was waiting for my so after school a bit! Hbu??”

Oh boy. Her s.o.? She might be in one of those open relationships. I clarify, “Waiting for your significant other? What are you doing on bumble?”

She’s embarrassed. “Ohh no gosh no sorry,” then she clarifies, “my son,” followed by, “he’s 6 and when he gets out of school I wait outside,” then apologizes, “man that looks so bad I’m so sorry I should’ve double checked on that,” clarifying again, “No so here been single about 5 years.”

I respond kindly, including, “ya never know lol some people are here for poly stuff.”

We exchange several messages back and forth, long paragraphs of information. She asks, “how’s your night going?” at the end of a long message. I reply with a genuine answer, then ask the question back. She responds genuinely, with a long paragraph, and then again asks me, “how’s your night?” I’m starting to suspect she might be a robot.

But no, I decide. She admits, “I’m extremely tired and need to sleep but I’m also just not for some reason.”

We have a nice exchange, a couple more paragraphs each way, then she asks at the end of the night, “Also I meant to ask what’s the Super Chicken??” I’m already in bed, but see the long message in the morning. She sends a follow up the next day, around 1pm, “Hey ☺️ hope you’re having an awesome day!” Aw, that’s really nice of her.

I respond to the long message, telling her about some card tricks I was watching the night before, and about my plans for the weekend, and my car troubles recently, then respond to the Super Chicken question by saying, “Oh man the Super Chicken is a long story haha. Best told in person. Short story is that it’s my mascot, and anyone who recognizes or acknowledges the Super Chicken gets a free Super Chicken sticker haha”

As part of her response she says, “Ok is there any chance my son and I met you at Safeway on barbur a handful of years ago actually? I remember a chicken sticker after he was asking an incredibly kind and patient gentleman about 16 million questions”

That actually does ring a bell. I reply, “Oh now that you mention it, I do remember giving away a sticker at that Safeway! I remember a curious kid and, (maybe it was you?) someone apologizing about all the questions. It all happened very quickly and I didn’t get a good look at them(maybe you?)”

In part of her response, she says, “I definitely apologize a LOT so that sounds like me😂 it was in line at the register but it did happen really quickly but it was so fun!😅 haha maybe that was you that would be kinda cool if it was!”

In part of my long response, I reply, “If you and I have the same memory then we must have been there together!! It did happen at the register. That’s so wild! 🤯🤯🤯  Good to see you again haha. I remember you being really pleasant, and thinking to myself ‘aw man, I’ll probably never see her again.’”

She responds, “It was a good while ago and he was a good amount younger but I absolutely remember that!! It took me a minute cuz I didn’t notice the super chicken comment initially but then I was like wait. That’s not a super common thing why does that feel so familiar! That’s wild haha we have crossed paths before! Good to see you again too! I appreciate that☺️ so were you! Such a gentleman“

She sends five long, genuine paragraphs, responding to my questions and replies, and she ends by giving me her phone number. “You can totally say no but if you’d like to text me instead I honestly don’t give people my phone number cuz I get really paranoid about it but I feel like this could be easier on text and I’m really enjoying talking to you. So if you want but you don’t have to 503 360 xxxx”

The conversation transitions to text, and continues as an exchange of several long paragraphs of information for days.