Bumble App Mishap, Husband Not Amused

When I was pregnant and before we knew the baby's sex, we started calling her "Bumble" (we still do).

When I was probably 4-5 months pregnant, I stumbled upon the Bumble dating app. I didn't really know what it was but fell madly in love with the fact that the app is called Bumble, so I downloaded it. As I was setting up my profile, I started to understand that it's a dating app. So I thought I'd have some fun with it, be honest and see if anyone seemed interested. I included the following facts: I was pregnant, engaged and in the midst of wedding planning. I thought I was so funny; then I realized that men couldn't contact me using the Bumble app. I could only reach out to them. So the fun was over - I wouldn't be able to see how many men would still be interested in a pregnant bridezilla. I closed the account and moved on with my day.

I only told you that story so I could now tell you this story:

A few days after Halloween, a girlfriend and I were catching up on the phone. She became serious and asked me if I knew about the Bumble app. I told her that I did and shared some of the story about my brief stint on Bumble. She was so relieved and shared with me that she had been at a Halloween party and a single male friend mentioned he saw me listed on the app. He thought I might have been creepin' behind my hubby's back...

Apparently, I didn't close the account and still have an active Bumble profile. I have long since changed my email address and so now can't log on to make any changes or deactivate the account.

I thought this was hilarious. I am not the cheating type, and I'm obsessed with my husband. I'd also completely forgotten about my Bumble profile until I heard about this. So I had to tell my husband all about it. When I did, all he heard was that I had signed up for a dating app. He was not amused.

Whoops!

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