Immediately after Bachelor #30 I met Bachelor #31 on OkCupid. I know I had vowed never to try that site again because the majority of guys seemed creepy and perverted, but I figured if I put a disclaimer on my profile explicitly stating I was not interested in a hook up, maybe it would help weed out the creepos and pervies.
So one afternoon I started emailing back and forth with this guy who was born and raised in Venezuela. My sister is always telling me I need to broaden out my dating pool beyond the typical white boys that I date, so I figured I'd go for a South American. After several back and forth emails, he asked me if I was interested in going to a bar to watch a UFC fight. I had never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be into fighting, but after keeping an open mind I found that I actually really enjoyed it. I met up with Bachelor 31 at Buffalo Wild Wings (I know, super classy) and we were lucky enough to score a table to watch the fight. He was decent looking, his accent was a little thick though so I said "huh?" probably 55 times that night. The fight kept my attention though, and he was nice enough. He kept asking me if I wanted to come over the next day and ride his motorcycle. I said no because I think they are death machines.
Overall he wasn't the most boring person I've ever been out with, but I certainly wasn't feeling the flames of passion. I don't think he did either because I never heard from him again. Maybe he was using the word "motorcycle" as a metaphor for his dick and was offended I didn't want to come for a ride. Who knows... I wasn't interested in either to be honest. He was no Ricky Martin.
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