Hi rose lovers!
I recently finished watching the latest season of The Bachelorette and
am now plunging into the mind-numbing show that is Bachelor In Paradise, so
thought I’d channel my inner bachelorette for this post. I am
a bachelorette, as you know.
I have watched every episode of The Bachelor, The
Bachelorette and Bachelor Pad. Now they are
airing Bachelor In Paradise. What is
this world coming to? And why do I keep
watching? It’s just too fascinating to
not watch. And in a small way I’m living
vicariously through these people. While
watching the beginning of the past Bachelorette season with Andi, I remember
thinking, “I could never walk into a room of 25 random guys and think one of
them could be my husband.” Why not? Because 25 random guys would be too short for
me. Truth.
So I set off on my summer hoping once again that I
would meet someone to have some summer fun with. Lo and behold, I did! Here’s the story.
I was preparing for my first bike ride of the summer
(Post #378) when I received an email from a former co-worker about a guy she
currently works with. He complained to
her that he never meets any tall women.
He’s 6’8”. She told him about me
and eventually we got each other’s emails.
We emailed, talked and then met for a date. It went very well. Then I promptly left for a week for
vacation.
While at Bike Virginia (I haven’t posted anything on
this ride yet) I met two more tall guys.
When it rains, it pours, right?
One was 6’6” and 290 (big boy) and 55.
He lives in North Carolina. The
other looked like he was in his late 40s maybe early 50s (I’m a terrible judge
of age sometimes), 6’4”-ish and from Virginia.
I spent part of two days riding with each. Both are attractive and very nice. But I had such a great time with Bachelor No.
1, I played it cool with Nos. 2 and 3. (Bachelor
No. 2 was pretty forward. No. 3 was
pretty low key himself and just said if I was ever in Virginia again to give
him a call.) So Bachelor No. 1, will you
accept this rose?
He did, for a while.
We saw each other pretty much every weekend, despite our busy
schedules. Then I left for camp and
things got weird. I let him know that I
wouldn’t be able to use my phone around the campers so would be incommunicado. His response (via text): “It’s ok.
Neither of us will keel over dead.”
(This came three days after us seeing each other and everything being
hunky dory.) Okaaay. I could read the writing on the wall (I’m not
stupid) but I played it off. I sent some
“test” texts a couple times at camp and got very blunt responses so finally
asked what was wrong. He was “a little
unsure of things” and said we could talk when I got home. After I got home he asked if we could wait
until early the following week (last week).
Well, it’s now the beginning of the next
week and I haven’t heard a peep.
Apparently he doesn’t want another rose.
I admit that I’m disappointed he didn’t bother to discuss his unsureness
with me, but I’m fine with it. Closure
is overrated.
After we had been dating about a month I asked the
Putz (my new name for him) if he was disappointed that I hadn’t written a blog
about him yet. (He told me he’d
read/skimmed my entire blog before we actually met. He found it googling me.) He said no, that I only blogged about guys
after breaking up and he didn’t want to jinx anything. Since he had no desire to man up and talk to
me about why he didn’t want to date me anymore, I’m sure he’s not reading my
blog anymore either. But just in case he
is, here is my message to him: It’s ok,
I won’t keel over dead.
Which brings me to Bachelor No. 2 (Tarheel). He has called me periodically after Bike
Virginia. I told him about the Putz
after I got home and things had continued to go well with him, and that we
could be friends. (I am a one-at-a-time
kind of gal.) Tarheel is nice and cute,
and he bikes. But we live in different
states and only spent a day together, so there is a lot to learn about him. Time will tell.
Stay tuned, rose-lovers!
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