Bachelor #7 was a hottie patottie and it's a damn shame it didn't work out. I almost didn't go out with this one because I was getting carried away with Army Guy. We emailed back and forth for a while, and he even called a few times (another rare gem). We had some great conversations and I personally felt the chemistry. He was 2 years younger, worked for a medical sales company, lived nearby, played hockey and was a quadruplet.
One Friday night we met up for sushi (a much better place than I had gone to with Army Guy). He was already sitting when I walked in and I was awestruck by how handsome he was in person. He had a strong jaw and a smile that could make women swoon. You could tell he was in amazing shape by his perfect physique. It's a damn shame it didn't work out.
Dinner was great. We ate, drank, had an easy flowing and fun conversation. It was almost too good to be true. After dinner while we were both waiting for our identical Honda Civics I casually mentioned how the air in one of my tires was low, but I didn't know which one. Being the seeming gentleman I thought he was he offered to go to the gas station with me and fill my tires with air. I couldn't believe how sweet he was!
After the tire filling he asked if I wanted to get a drink. Of course I said yes and we went to one of my favorite bars near my house. We were having such a great time we closed the bar down and walked back to my place. I innocently invited him up to have some water since he was drinking before he headed home. I know that one of the rules from the ladies code of conduct is to never invite a guy up on a first date. But I assure you MY intentions were pure. Well one thing led to another and before I knew it we were making out like teenagers! I promise it was all innocent- I actually made it VERY clear upfront that nothing was going to happen.
Well, I guess my clarity and my purity was a dealbreaker because after that night I never saw or heard from The One Hit Wonder again. It's a damn shame it didn't work out.
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