Bachelor Boredom

So maybe my mojo is coming back...a bit.

Bachelor number three is a friend of sorts. We hang out, we PIN each other quite often - always flirty (on both parts), always fun, and most of all always welcome.

The thing is, how much longer can we sustain a technological relationship?

I hate to say this but, when are we going to take it to the next level?

I give him another week.

Then, he's getting the boot.

On that note. I had to give Michael 2008 the kicko-to-el-curbo.

He was lovely but he just wasn't for me.

I wasn't funny, I wasn't outgoing, I wasn't sarcastic. I was just...bleh.
His form of a joke was going for brunch and telling the waitress I'd have the steak.

Um...

I'm not a vegetarian, so that's not the issue. I'm not a huge red meat person, but that's also not the issue.

The issue is, that's just not funny by anyone's standards.

As charming as he was and said to me once, "You know I only live two minutes away, if I run I can be here in 90 seconds." That was a melty moment, but not enough to endure another dry date.

As I thought to myself, "please don't kiss me good-bye" I walked up the steps to my apartment and wished him a good day.

I figured he wouldn't call...but he did.

I'm a coward so I screened him and only texted him back a week later to say "Sorry for not calling, I went away for a week and I'm back to a busy work schedule and to be honest, a hectic social one as well. You deserve better than this. I'm sorry. Take care."

I haven't heard from him since, so I'm thinking he got the hint.

I'm really not that mean.
I swear.

Now if only bachelor lucky-number-three would get it together...