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On Saturday night I had a date with Bachelor #7. Let me state for the record that this soccer date was NOT a repeat of my soccer date with #6. I had only a half-cup of beer while we were tailgating and refrained from drinking while we watched United get their asses handed to them by Chivas USA. Since I drank no beer, I did not throw up and need help holding my hair back. Definitely a better start than I got with #6!

Despite the game being a poor watch, the company was great as we were joined by Bachelor #7’s friends, a great couple A and A. (Not their full names, obviously, but I do occasionally try to protect the innocent!) We laughed and talked and cheered with them throughout the entire game. After it was over, #7 and I headed back to my place where he stayed the night.

Now get your minds out of the gutter people. No hanky-panky occurred, and he only stayed because he lives an hour away, it was already late and he’d been drinking at the game (unlike me who was being good!). We shared a nice, rather innocent good night kiss and then I sent him straight to the guest room. I then went into my bedroom and barracaded the door lest he try to sneak in.

The next morning we got up and had coffee together before I headed to run the Army 10-Mile and he headed to his soccer game (he plays on an uber-competitive team). He kissed me goodbye and we made plans to see one another again. All in all - a very successful soccer date. See, apparently I am capable of not drinking to the point of oblivion on a date. Who knew?!