Bachelor #29 - Savannah, GA

I've been delaying this story because I don't really feel like reliving it, but I owe it to my loyal audience to divulge. In the last post I mentioned I had met Bachelor 28 and then went off to Savannah to spend the Columbus holiday weekend with my girlfriend. I had never been to the South, and I thought we were just going to have a nice, quiet, relaxing weekend laying at the pool, eating delicious southern food, stalking Paula Deen and experiencing one of those famous haunted walking tours... our weekend was the opposite.


I won't go into too much detail, but one night I ended up meeting a guy at a bar. That night I vowed I was going to go to bed early and only have 1 drink because I had been hung over from the previous night (I was at a pirate festival, and I can honestly say I drank like a pirate). The guy I met lived in Savannah, but was originally from Minnesota. For most of the night I was oblivious to the fact that he was flirting with me, maybe I was too hungover or uninterested to notice. I ended up hanging out with him until 7am the next day. Needless to say I thoroughly enjoyed his company but never did I think anything would come of it.


The next day, while my friend and I were looking for our rental car somewhere in downtown Savannah, I ran into this fellow again. He and his friend were at a bar, saw me and ran outside to wave me down. Of course I felt obligated to have a drink with him. We hung out some more, and at this point he was starting to grow on me. So I invited him to come with me on a haunted walking tour that evening, and sure enough he did. It was one of the most fun filled nights I've ever had to be honest. I really liked him at this point, but I lived in LA and he lived there, and I don't do long distance relationships so I didn't bother to think about anything past that night.


The next day I was flying home and he asked me to call him before I took off, then to call him when I landed in Austin for my connecting flight, then call him when I landed in LA. Well after I got home he ended up calling me every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Apparently I had quite an effect on him (naturally) and he asked me to come out for his birthday. Being the spontaneous woman that I am, and also a stupid one, the next month I flew back out to Savannah to see the new Bachelor 29 for his birthday. I won't lie and say I didn't have an amazing time... it was the best weekend I had in a long, long, long time. He was romantic, funny as hell, passionate, took me all over Savannah, introduced me to all of his friends and his uncle, made me dinner. We had so much fun, so many laughs, made lots of great memories. It was almost like a scene out of the Notebook when we went down to this little lake and fed the ducks together. I was really thinking that there was a chance that something serious was blossoming. Boy was I wrong!


After I returned back to LA he continued to call me religiously every single day. We even discussed him coming out to LA to see me, and me coming out to Minnesota since he was planning on moving back there. But right after Christmas the phone calls became less frequent, and eventually they stopped altogether. It was like a knife to the heart. It was really nice having someone consistent to talk to- to talk about my day, have someone to listen to me... so it was really painful when it all stopped without a reason. In the end I came to my senses and realized I was obviously too good for him (I'm older, more mature, I have a successful career, my own place, no debt... I can't say the same for Bachelor 29). I just got swept up in the romanticism of the moment. People always say you meet "the one" when you aren't looking, and I wasn't looking in Savannah, so clearly I thought maybe he would be "the one." But everything people say about finding "the one" when you aren't looking is total bull shit. People also say that men from the Midwest or the South are really sweet... this too is total bull shit. They are all cut from the same stinky, smelly, shitty cloth.