You’re awfully sure of yourself for a conversation that’s only 21 messages old.
RenegadeRush
You counted the messages?
I wince because, damn my brain that was, unbeknownst to me, keeping track of the number of messages I’ve traded back and forth with this non-asshole stranger. I usually try to keep my extremely bizarre and often inconvenient eidetic memory on the down low because, real talk, it’s really fucking weird and a little creepy to people who don’t know me. But it’s also as much a part of me as the color of my eyes or the fact that my curls refuse to be tamed, so it sometimes surfaces in unanticipated ways.
Grabbing another handful of jelly beans, I decide it doesn’t matter. The chance my relationship with this stranger lasts morethan the length of this conversation is minimal, so do I really care if he learns prematurely that I’m basically a human computer?
I do not.
Swallowing the candy, I turn back to my phone.
ChaosQueen
Something like that.
RenegadeRush
So about that competition…
ChaosQueen
I haven’t even decided if I like you yet and you’re already worried about competition?
RenegadeRush
Worried? You misunderstand me. I’m not worried. I live for a competition because I always win.
ChaosQueen
And in this case, would you be winning…me? That seems a little presumptuous, doesn’t it?
RenegadeRush
I think you misspelled confident.
ChaosQueen
I don’t misspell. I said what I said.
RenegadeRush
Well, what I’m saying is, I’ve been on this app for two weeks now, and this is already the best conversation I’ve had. So, if you’re up for it, I would really like to keep talking to you.
I mean that in the least “u up” way possible, I swear.
ChaosQueen
Well, you haven’t asked for a picture of my feet yet, so I guess I wouldn’t mind talking to you either.
RenegadeRush
There is no way that actually happened.
ChaosQueen
You really have no idea what it’s like to be a woman on the internet. Or in the world in general.
