Last week I matched with a girl on Bumble. Actually I think she's the first person I've matched with on Bumble. She seemed cool enough so we agreed to meet soon and exchanged numbers.

By exchanging numbers, we entered the territory where we had to sustain conversation or else face the terminus of this cellular fling. I took advantage of falling asleep extra early and then having busy days, so that we didn't have to text every hour.

On our second day of texting, I had just answered her question about what sort of blog I write ("it's about brunch") when she sent back, "That basketball game" with crying emojis.