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Okay, I know you’re wondering - how did we get to Bachelor #5 when things just ended with Bachelor #2? Well, I had precisely one date each with Bachelors #3 and #4 a while back, when I had only been seeing Bachelor #2 for a few weeks. #3 was desperate and became almost stalker-ish so I didn’t blog about him, lest he read that as a sign of interest and continue to contact me; and Bachelor #4 and I enjoyed a great date but realized we were looking for different things from a relationship so we opted to be just friends. So see, Bachelor #5 is correct.

The plan - meet for drinks at an outdoor bar and enjoy the nice fall weather that has come our way.

The days leading up to the date included the usual antics with my girlfriends - a series of emails back and for as to what I should wear (including some not-so-appreciated suggestions from Kirsten who said, “Ditch the clutch and bring your fanny pack!”). You know that saying, “It takes a village to raise an idiot.”, well it takes a gang of girls to ensure the date outfit is correct. Whilst I hate to give away our girly secrets, I will let you in on this one - our date attire, especially for a first date, is very carefully chosen. We have a delicate balance we want to achieve, a balance between cute and flirty, but “I didn’t try too hard to look this good”.

Men, you have no idea how difficult this process is and how involved it can be. We literally will go through multiple outfits, choosing and then discarding them until we find the one we deem “perfect” for that evening’s date. This was no exception, and after careful consideration, I found that perfect balance.

Since I know you’re dying to know about the date itself, keep reading, as I’m just about to get into that!

We went for drinks then grabbed some food. Unfortunately there were no sparks. In fact, there was no real connection at all, and by the end of my second drink I knew there was no romantic potential. He was nice, the conversation was interesting and kept moving along without those sometimes-awkward first date silences, but without that spark, it was just like having drinks with a friend. After we finished eating he suggested we grab a drink at another bar and I politely declined, stating I was tired (I was) and that I needed to get up early to go for a long run the next day (I did). He walked me to my car and stood there talking to me for a minute. Then I got a little nervous because it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps he felt we had a connection. And what if (gulp!) he wanted to kiss me.

Oh hell, this dating thing is difficult.

I said goodbye and went in to hug him. As I’d suspected, he went in for a kiss. What he got was a closed-mouth, half peck that landed crooked on his mouth. I was aiming for his cheek, he was aiming for more. That uncomfortable situation over I got in my car and drove away, in bed by 11pm.

Oh well, they can’t all be a love connection. Onto the next bachelor!