Ok so many of you are requesting to hear about the non-bachelors that I have.... ummmm.... come across during my journey. Let me preface by saying 1) After you are with someone for so long and they break your heart you don't really utilize your common sense to the fullest degree, 2) After a breakup you just want to have some damn fun- God knows my ex had turned into an old fart toward the end (perhaps a little Viagra might have helped him- oh yeah I just went there), 3) I am not, nor have I ever been a wild woman. I have been a pretty conservative girl to be quite honest (hard to believe, I know). So don't judge me (especially you mom!).
I've had a friend for over 7 years who is in the military. We had kept in touch off and on over the years. He's based out on the East coast and he actually came out to pay me a visit right after my breakup (he was visiting his family out here so he stopped by to see me since he was on this side of the country). It was Cinco de Mayo to be exact and we had a great time. A few weeks later we were chatting and I mentioned that I had a 4 day weekend coming up for Memorial Day. He too had a 4 day weekend and said "You should fly out to visit." Well, I had an airline credit since I was no longer going to Hawaii (thanks to my douchebag ex-boyfriend), and I was feeling particularly spontaneous. So that night I booked a flight to Baltimore and left the next night. Never in my life have I just spontaneously booked a flight anywhere to see anyone. But I couldn't have been happier that I did it. We had so much fun sightseeing and visiting DC, especially since it was Memorial Day it was even more meaningful. I know it might be hard for some people to understand why I just took off and didn't really tell anyone. But once you've been through something so hard and heart breaking, sometimes you just want to disappear and have an adventure and not tell anyone, because there will always be those who judge you or say "You're crazy," "You're reckless," "You're stupid." I did not want anyone to poo poo my trip or my experience. It was one of the most memorable trips of my life and I think being with him helped me get over my ex-boyfriend faster than I would have if I hadn't seen him. He made me feel good and it gave me hope.
The next non-bachelor story is one that I am not too proud of, but it makes for a fun story so I am compelled to share. The weekend after the 4th of July (right before I began dating any bachelor) my best friend and I took a weekend trip to San Diego. It was the weekend after I had just gone to Vegas, so I was feeling particularly party animalish. Well those who know me are aware that I am obsessed with guys in the military. I have been obsessed since I saw Pearl Harbor (I wanted to be a military nurse after I saw that movie because it was so romantic). I went to San Diego on a mission to find some cute Marines to talk to. The first night we ended up going to a bar where we met some random English guys. One of them was nice, one was boring and the other looked like he had a stick up his ass and thought the UK was better than the US (as if!). We didn't hang out with them for very long. We began walking around the Gaslamp district and wandered into this hole in the wall Mexican bar that had karaoke (score beans!). As soon as we walked in there was a group of good looking Marines right at the bar. My friend, being the amazing wingwoman that she is, walked over and just introduced us to them. We immediately began chatting it up. The guys were buying us drinks, we sang karaoke, all around it was a fun time. There was one guy in particular that I was talking to, I call him Kyle #1. He seemed more reserved but was cute and we exchanged numbers.
The very next night my friend and I were walking past the Mexican bar we had been to the night before. All of a sudden I hear a group of guys yell my name. I didn't realize who they were so I looked over, smiled and waved. My friend asked "Do you remember who they are?" I said no. She said "They were the guys we were talking to last night." Whoops! So we went back to the bar and said hello. They were outside smoking so we went inside to get a drink. One of the guys from the night before came up to me and said Kyle wanted to talk to me. Well I assumed it was Kyle #1 from last night. So I went outside and began chatting with him, and he seemed a bit standoffish. I thought it was odd so I went back inside the bar and found a table. Suddenly a young, good looking guy sat down next to me and began talking to me. He said his name was Kyle. HE was the one who wanted to talk to me apparently. From then on I named him Kyle #2 (or sometimes I referred to him as Kyle Also). He was a fun guy, from the Midwest (as most of them were) and was very flirtatious. He bought me a few drinks, we sang karaoke with his friends- it was a fun night. I quickly discovered that he was only 21. Yes, barely legal to drink! When he asked how old I was I lied and said 26, because what 21 year old wants to be hanging out with a 30 year old? (granted I still look like I am 24 to 26, but still). I don't really want to go into more details of this story, but before I turned 30 my friend and I made a list of things we wanted to do in our 30s. On my list I wrote "Have a cougar experience." Well if a 30 year old conquering a 21 year old isn't cougarish then I guess I have failed. Kyle #2 texted and called me several times over the course of several months after that weekend. What can I say, I'm a charmer. One weekend he unexpectedly took the train up from San Diego to where I live to come pay me a visit (he was with a friend and he had never been up to LA before). He's like a little puppy that just wants your attention. I haven't heard from him since. His unit was being sent to Afghanistan, so I just hope he and his buddies are all well. What can I say, I'm patriotic.
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Bachelor #5- Need a Lift
Bachelor #5 is not a very exciting story whatsoever. I had just gotten back from Europe and I took a few extra days off from work to adjust to the time change. I was actively ignoring Bachelor #4's incessant texts asking if I was back to the motherland, when I began suddenly corresponding with Bachelor #5 on Match. We were emailing and texting back and forth multiple times one day and he asked me if I wanted to grab some dinner. I figured "What the hell, I'm not doing anything tonight" so I agreed to meet him up at a Mexican place on 3rd St. Promenade in Santa Monica since he worked down there. Again, I was being way too accommodating which I know not to do moving forward.
So I got there a bit early and ended up wandering around Pier 1 (which I love doing) and then he had walked over from his office to this Mexican place and let me know he was there. So I got there, and once again, I was very underwhelmed by his appearance- particularly the face. It's really a scam with these men online. They are posting pictures that are not recent and they are much older looking (and not so attractive) in person. He was nice, but not too exciting. I really can't even remember much of what he talked about. He paid for dinner at least and as we were leaving he asked me if I could drop him off at his apartment which was nearby because his car was in the shop. I was like "ummmm ok" hence the name "Need a Lift." I know what you're thinking. IDIOT! Why would you let a stranger in your car? Honestly there was no part of him that was threatening, and he wasn't very tall. So really, what could he do? Again, a lesson I have learned so get off my back.
Well a few days later he actually texted asking me out again, but immediately after the date I deleted his number because I never anticipated hearing from him again (nor did I care to). So I didn't even know at the time who was asking me out again. That's the extent of this story (I warned you it wasn't that interesting).
So I got there a bit early and ended up wandering around Pier 1 (which I love doing) and then he had walked over from his office to this Mexican place and let me know he was there. So I got there, and once again, I was very underwhelmed by his appearance- particularly the face. It's really a scam with these men online. They are posting pictures that are not recent and they are much older looking (and not so attractive) in person. He was nice, but not too exciting. I really can't even remember much of what he talked about. He paid for dinner at least and as we were leaving he asked me if I could drop him off at his apartment which was nearby because his car was in the shop. I was like "ummmm ok" hence the name "Need a Lift." I know what you're thinking. IDIOT! Why would you let a stranger in your car? Honestly there was no part of him that was threatening, and he wasn't very tall. So really, what could he do? Again, a lesson I have learned so get off my back.
Well a few days later he actually texted asking me out again, but immediately after the date I deleted his number because I never anticipated hearing from him again (nor did I care to). So I didn't even know at the time who was asking me out again. That's the extent of this story (I warned you it wasn't that interesting).
Bachelor #4- Static Cling
Bachelor #4 is a more amusing story I suppose. I refer to him as Static Cling because he was super clingy- mind you we only went out 3 times right before I set off for my European adventure.
My first date with Static Cling was literally right after my coffee date with Bachelor #3. We met up at one of my favorite bars near my house (yay a guy who drove to my neck of the woods!)
He wasn't bad looking, tall, in shape, my age and a year out of the Army (what are the odds of having 2 dates with ex-Army guys in 1 night?). He was very nice and we had a lot to talk about. He shared a lot of interesting stories from the Army, and I had a lot of respect for his service especially since he had been wounded multiple times (allegedly). After the date we talked on the phone several times. In my mind I thought I had genuinely liked him, but I still had a nagging feeling in my gut.
For date #2 he took me to the beach and he had made us a picnic. I will admit that was very thoughtful and pretty awesome on his part. I gave him points for that. He made pear and brie paninis that were really damn good and he had a nice veggie tray and hummus. It was a nice evening. The topper was when we randomly started talking about our favorite drinks. I said I loved wine, especially Santa Margherita. Well like a damn magician this guy pulls out a bottle of Santa Margherita from the damn picnic basket! I was like "How the hell did you know that was my favorite wine?" He said "I just guessed." That was really cool. But despite all of that, there was still something bothering me that I couldn't really figure out.
All of my girlfriends and coworkers said to give him a chance, that he sounded so sweet, yada yada. This was all true, but there were some things about him, that I should've mentioned, that bothered me.
1. He was still living at home and not done with college. Ok I get that you are going to school and need to save money- but I am at a point in my life where I am looking for a man who is established and self sufficient. He wasn't.
2. He worked as a security guard at a theme park. Again- not the profession of someone who is in a place to settle down with a wife and family.
3. He said "fuck'n" a lot, that just annoyed me.
4. Being with him felt like I was dating a guy in high school because of the first 3 reasons above.
5. Not once did I really feel that physically attracted to him. In fact I did everything in my power to avoid being in a position in which a kiss could possibly happen.
Despite all of these things I decided to give him 1 more chance before I split for Europe. We went out for sushi on date #3 and we split the bill. I'm sorry, but when you are in the wooing stage, you still have to pay. Not only that but we didn't even order a bunch of things like most people do- he ordered like a tempura basket or something. It was just an awkward dinner. After that I was talking about going to Europe and he got all weird on me saying he was really sad I was leaving. I was like "I'm not moving away, I'm coming back chill out." At that moment I realized he was a clinger. I can't date clingers.
While I was partying it up in Paris during the 2nd week of my trip he even sent me a text saying he missed me. I never responded. How can you miss someone you JUST met and only went out with 3 times? When I got back to the US I avoided him like the Black Plague. I didn't respond to texts or emails. In my mind that is a clear sign to move on, but he was not having that. For weeks he continued to text me. I finally removed my profile from OKCupid (yes I met him on there) and he sent a text promptly after saying "I see you deleted your profile. I hate the lucky bastard that got you. I still want to see you. Can we be friends and get drinks?" I continued to ignore him and he texted me a few times after that.
All I can say is that my gut was right the entire time- something was up with Static Cling and I'm glad I got some Static Guard to remove him from my ass.
My first date with Static Cling was literally right after my coffee date with Bachelor #3. We met up at one of my favorite bars near my house (yay a guy who drove to my neck of the woods!)
He wasn't bad looking, tall, in shape, my age and a year out of the Army (what are the odds of having 2 dates with ex-Army guys in 1 night?). He was very nice and we had a lot to talk about. He shared a lot of interesting stories from the Army, and I had a lot of respect for his service especially since he had been wounded multiple times (allegedly). After the date we talked on the phone several times. In my mind I thought I had genuinely liked him, but I still had a nagging feeling in my gut.
For date #2 he took me to the beach and he had made us a picnic. I will admit that was very thoughtful and pretty awesome on his part. I gave him points for that. He made pear and brie paninis that were really damn good and he had a nice veggie tray and hummus. It was a nice evening. The topper was when we randomly started talking about our favorite drinks. I said I loved wine, especially Santa Margherita. Well like a damn magician this guy pulls out a bottle of Santa Margherita from the damn picnic basket! I was like "How the hell did you know that was my favorite wine?" He said "I just guessed." That was really cool. But despite all of that, there was still something bothering me that I couldn't really figure out.
All of my girlfriends and coworkers said to give him a chance, that he sounded so sweet, yada yada. This was all true, but there were some things about him, that I should've mentioned, that bothered me.
1. He was still living at home and not done with college. Ok I get that you are going to school and need to save money- but I am at a point in my life where I am looking for a man who is established and self sufficient. He wasn't.
2. He worked as a security guard at a theme park. Again- not the profession of someone who is in a place to settle down with a wife and family.
3. He said "fuck'n" a lot, that just annoyed me.
4. Being with him felt like I was dating a guy in high school because of the first 3 reasons above.
5. Not once did I really feel that physically attracted to him. In fact I did everything in my power to avoid being in a position in which a kiss could possibly happen.
Despite all of these things I decided to give him 1 more chance before I split for Europe. We went out for sushi on date #3 and we split the bill. I'm sorry, but when you are in the wooing stage, you still have to pay. Not only that but we didn't even order a bunch of things like most people do- he ordered like a tempura basket or something. It was just an awkward dinner. After that I was talking about going to Europe and he got all weird on me saying he was really sad I was leaving. I was like "I'm not moving away, I'm coming back chill out." At that moment I realized he was a clinger. I can't date clingers.
While I was partying it up in Paris during the 2nd week of my trip he even sent me a text saying he missed me. I never responded. How can you miss someone you JUST met and only went out with 3 times? When I got back to the US I avoided him like the Black Plague. I didn't respond to texts or emails. In my mind that is a clear sign to move on, but he was not having that. For weeks he continued to text me. I finally removed my profile from OKCupid (yes I met him on there) and he sent a text promptly after saying "I see you deleted your profile. I hate the lucky bastard that got you. I still want to see you. Can we be friends and get drinks?" I continued to ignore him and he texted me a few times after that.
All I can say is that my gut was right the entire time- something was up with Static Cling and I'm glad I got some Static Guard to remove him from my ass.
Bachelor # 3- The Coffee Date
There is nothing I hate more than a first coffee date. Why? Because usually it's the slowest, most boring hour of my life, and more often than not the date I am meeting is already half way through his beverage before I even sit down. RUDE!
I met up with Coffee Date at a Starbucks near LACMA (again I met him on OKCupid). I really should've made his ass treck down to my neck of the woods for some stupid coffee, and I have since learned to be less accommodating. If you want to go out with me your ass better be prepared to drive. But I digress...
Of course I showed up on time and he already has his coffee. At that moment I knew I was not going to go out with him again. If you can't be polite and wait for me to show up so you can pay for my coffee then fuck off. Don't get me wrong, he seemed like a nice person, not the most exciting man I've met but he was certainly no Old Face. He was ex-Army and was finishing up a masters degree. I think he said he wanted to teach, but I can't remember because I lost interest quickly.
We had a decent conversation and he said he wanted to see me again. I was polite and said "Yeah sure that would be great" even though my mind was already made up that I never wanted to speak to him again. He broke the coffee courtesy rule so I ignored all future texts from him.
That same night after coffee I went off to my next date with Bachelor # 4.
I met up with Coffee Date at a Starbucks near LACMA (again I met him on OKCupid). I really should've made his ass treck down to my neck of the woods for some stupid coffee, and I have since learned to be less accommodating. If you want to go out with me your ass better be prepared to drive. But I digress...
Of course I showed up on time and he already has his coffee. At that moment I knew I was not going to go out with him again. If you can't be polite and wait for me to show up so you can pay for my coffee then fuck off. Don't get me wrong, he seemed like a nice person, not the most exciting man I've met but he was certainly no Old Face. He was ex-Army and was finishing up a masters degree. I think he said he wanted to teach, but I can't remember because I lost interest quickly.
We had a decent conversation and he said he wanted to see me again. I was polite and said "Yeah sure that would be great" even though my mind was already made up that I never wanted to speak to him again. He broke the coffee courtesy rule so I ignored all future texts from him.
That same night after coffee I went off to my next date with Bachelor # 4.
Bachelor # 2.5- The Hot Guy at the Bar
The hot guy at the bar never made it to full bachelorhood, so he doesn't get an actual number. This story is rather brief, but one that many women know all too well.
I was at my favorite local dive bar with one of my best friends the night after I went out with Old Face. We were sitting at the bar when a really hot guy and his less attractive group of friends walked in. I honestly never anticipated talking to him, but my friend is an incredible wingwoman. We started talking to Hot Guy and his friends about music since one of my favorite local bands was getting ready to perform. Hot Guy worked in music (allegedly) and seemed to be really interesting. Did I mention he was hot? He was also 36- which normally I would say is past my cutoff point for age, but I was willing to let it slide.
I left to use the ladies room and when I came back my friend whispered to me that he asked her if I was single, and she told him I was. Score beans! So he came back over and sat next to me and we started talking some more. We talked quite a bit to be honest.
Well this fool proceeded to go through this big theatrical performance of asking for my phone number and telling me that he wanted to take me out on a date and saying he thought I was really cute. Double score beans! So I gave him my number and he gave me his. This is where the red flag came up- before he and his friends left he said "Call me because I really want to take you out." To which I said "No- you call me. If you want to take me out you need to call me." He asked "Oh are you the old fashioned type?" and I said "Yes. And you better do it soon because I am going to Europe in 2 weeks and I might not come back." And he just smiled and laughed.
Well Hot Guy never called. He texted a few times asking "hey what's going on" and that usual bull shit that men pull, but he never called to ask me out like he said he wanted to. He was probably too much of a little bitch. Why would you waste your breath and my time asking for my number, telling me you want to take me out, and then not do so? That just made him look really lame and if I ever see him at my local dive bar again I will not be afraid to tell him so.
Maybe God was trying to throw me another bone with a little self esteem booster since Old Face had been such a flop the night before. Dear God- please don't throw me bones at my local dive bar.
I was at my favorite local dive bar with one of my best friends the night after I went out with Old Face. We were sitting at the bar when a really hot guy and his less attractive group of friends walked in. I honestly never anticipated talking to him, but my friend is an incredible wingwoman. We started talking to Hot Guy and his friends about music since one of my favorite local bands was getting ready to perform. Hot Guy worked in music (allegedly) and seemed to be really interesting. Did I mention he was hot? He was also 36- which normally I would say is past my cutoff point for age, but I was willing to let it slide.
I left to use the ladies room and when I came back my friend whispered to me that he asked her if I was single, and she told him I was. Score beans! So he came back over and sat next to me and we started talking some more. We talked quite a bit to be honest.
Well this fool proceeded to go through this big theatrical performance of asking for my phone number and telling me that he wanted to take me out on a date and saying he thought I was really cute. Double score beans! So I gave him my number and he gave me his. This is where the red flag came up- before he and his friends left he said "Call me because I really want to take you out." To which I said "No- you call me. If you want to take me out you need to call me." He asked "Oh are you the old fashioned type?" and I said "Yes. And you better do it soon because I am going to Europe in 2 weeks and I might not come back." And he just smiled and laughed.
Well Hot Guy never called. He texted a few times asking "hey what's going on" and that usual bull shit that men pull, but he never called to ask me out like he said he wanted to. He was probably too much of a little bitch. Why would you waste your breath and my time asking for my number, telling me you want to take me out, and then not do so? That just made him look really lame and if I ever see him at my local dive bar again I will not be afraid to tell him so.
Maybe God was trying to throw me another bone with a little self esteem booster since Old Face had been such a flop the night before. Dear God- please don't throw me bones at my local dive bar.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Bachelor #2- Old Face
Bachelor #2 I refer to as Old Face because, well, he had an old looking face. We met on OKCupid (again, before I realized how creepy the general population was) and he was a 33 year old going to law school (allegedly). I thought to myself "Self- you need to start dating men who are more mature and who have serious professions." WRONG.
So after a few back and forth phone calls, which impressed me because no man in this day and age bothers to pick up a phone and call, we met up for a few drinks out in Hollywood. I should've realized he was an old fart when he suggested Musso and Franks. I got there before Old Face and sat at the bar, amongst all of the old men. I was sipping on a glass of wine when Old Face approached me. I can only imagine the look on my face when I saw him- YIKES! This guy was probably 33 years old approximately 10 years ago. He reminded me of a deflated tire. I should've asked for his ID, but I thought to myself "Self- give him a chance and don't be so superficial, he might be a nice, interesting fellow." He was not interesting. In fact, he seemed like the soul, spirit and life had been sucked from his body. I was trying my best to be my fun, lively and humorous self- but it was rather difficult.
Time ticked slowly by. I wanted desperately to run out of that place and be amongst some happy, fun people (that were my age). I can't even remember what he contributed to the conversation. I think we had discussed his visit with his grandfather, but I am not entirely sure. I immediately thought to myself "Self- you need to make sure he never wants to see you again." So I began recounting all of my drinking stories that I have accumulated with my friends over the last year. If I made myself sound like a lush or a party animal I was certain he would never bother to contact me again.
After the painful drinks were over we walked outside on to Hollywood Blvd and I will never forget what he said. There were a bunch of younger folks walking around, all hooched out in their "going out to a club" outfits and he said "God I hate Hollywood, I am not into the bar or club scene." As he was saying that all I could think was "My God- what I wouldn't give to be going to a club with these people right now instead of standing here with Grandpa Time."
After I drove back and went straight to Jack n the Box because I was starving (God forbid a guy fork over a few bucks for some appetizers). I then went home and called my sister crying because I was so disappointed at what a dud Old Face was. I said to her "Everyone is old and boring and I will never be able to find anyone who is fun like me." She gave me a pep talk and then I proceeded to scarf down a double cheeseburger and some curly fries- that was the highlight of the night.
So after a few back and forth phone calls, which impressed me because no man in this day and age bothers to pick up a phone and call, we met up for a few drinks out in Hollywood. I should've realized he was an old fart when he suggested Musso and Franks. I got there before Old Face and sat at the bar, amongst all of the old men. I was sipping on a glass of wine when Old Face approached me. I can only imagine the look on my face when I saw him- YIKES! This guy was probably 33 years old approximately 10 years ago. He reminded me of a deflated tire. I should've asked for his ID, but I thought to myself "Self- give him a chance and don't be so superficial, he might be a nice, interesting fellow." He was not interesting. In fact, he seemed like the soul, spirit and life had been sucked from his body. I was trying my best to be my fun, lively and humorous self- but it was rather difficult.
Time ticked slowly by. I wanted desperately to run out of that place and be amongst some happy, fun people (that were my age). I can't even remember what he contributed to the conversation. I think we had discussed his visit with his grandfather, but I am not entirely sure. I immediately thought to myself "Self- you need to make sure he never wants to see you again." So I began recounting all of my drinking stories that I have accumulated with my friends over the last year. If I made myself sound like a lush or a party animal I was certain he would never bother to contact me again.
After the painful drinks were over we walked outside on to Hollywood Blvd and I will never forget what he said. There were a bunch of younger folks walking around, all hooched out in their "going out to a club" outfits and he said "God I hate Hollywood, I am not into the bar or club scene." As he was saying that all I could think was "My God- what I wouldn't give to be going to a club with these people right now instead of standing here with Grandpa Time."
After I drove back and went straight to Jack n the Box because I was starving (God forbid a guy fork over a few bucks for some appetizers). I then went home and called my sister crying because I was so disappointed at what a dud Old Face was. I said to her "Everyone is old and boring and I will never be able to find anyone who is fun like me." She gave me a pep talk and then I proceeded to scarf down a double cheeseburger and some curly fries- that was the highlight of the night.
Bachelor #1- The Stunt Man
Bachelor #1 was my first post-breakup date. We met on OKCupid, which I would not recommend to anyone. Here is my beef with OKCupid:
1. The site itself sucks. If you have epilepsy and can't handle flashing display ads, then do not go on this site because it will give you a seizure.
2. Many of the men on this site are creepy. This is probably because the site is free to use, and this in itself attracts creepy, broke ass people. I'm not saying everyone on OKCupid is creepy and/or cheap, but it seems to be a magnet from my brief experience.
3. There are a lot of people on this site just looking to "hook up" if you get my drift. Yeah- nasty.
But I met Bachelor #1 before I became privvy to any of this. Bachelor #1 was a hot, 29 year old, stunt man (allegedly). We met up at a cool little bar on the West Side and had a great time. We had a few drinks, shared some stories, had a few laughs, he told me all about the fascinating world of stunt men; it was a good date. I believe God took mercy on me considering what I had just gone through, so he threw me a bone and was like "here, start with this hot guy."
As he was waiting with me for the valet to bring my car I knew in my gut that I would never see him again. How did I know this? Because 1) He's 29 and hot- no young hot guy is looking to settle down- let's be real 2) He was a stunt man- not exactly the profession of a man you would settle down with.
I never heard from Bachelor #1 again, but I didn't really care because I had already lined up a date with Bachelor #2.
1. The site itself sucks. If you have epilepsy and can't handle flashing display ads, then do not go on this site because it will give you a seizure.
2. Many of the men on this site are creepy. This is probably because the site is free to use, and this in itself attracts creepy, broke ass people. I'm not saying everyone on OKCupid is creepy and/or cheap, but it seems to be a magnet from my brief experience.
3. There are a lot of people on this site just looking to "hook up" if you get my drift. Yeah- nasty.
But I met Bachelor #1 before I became privvy to any of this. Bachelor #1 was a hot, 29 year old, stunt man (allegedly). We met up at a cool little bar on the West Side and had a great time. We had a few drinks, shared some stories, had a few laughs, he told me all about the fascinating world of stunt men; it was a good date. I believe God took mercy on me considering what I had just gone through, so he threw me a bone and was like "here, start with this hot guy."
As he was waiting with me for the valet to bring my car I knew in my gut that I would never see him again. How did I know this? Because 1) He's 29 and hot- no young hot guy is looking to settle down- let's be real 2) He was a stunt man- not exactly the profession of a man you would settle down with.
I never heard from Bachelor #1 again, but I didn't really care because I had already lined up a date with Bachelor #2.
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