And I ran…

And so, finally, here is the report of the final seven bachelors:

B7: A Korean guy with a very odd American name. He has some sort of printing business. He was a struggle to deal with because his English was poor and he was very formal. He was boring and his face was oddly smooth, like he never grows any hair.  I don’t want to date a man with less facial hair than I have.

B8:  This guy stumbled over with a full pint of beer in his hands.  He seemed like a sweet, slightly inebriated guy. We were talking about biking and my up-coming triathlon. He called me a stud—I’m thinkin’ that’s not so good in a six-minute date. We sat and talked during the break that came immediately after our date also.  I liked him a lot, but there was no physical attraction and I am trying to avoid dating men who drink a lot.  By the end of our chat he was slurring his words…”I think I’ve had too much to drink.” Yeah.  No.

B9:  I can’t say anything about this guy, except he was like the Jewish biy next-door if you have a JB next door.  I liked him and the time flew by. I chose him, but he hadn’t picked me. Here I am, crushed on the rocks of despair.

B10:  This guy was from Texas and looked like he was possibly of Middle Eastern descent.  We didn’t have much to say to each other. He glanced down at my form and commented that I had taken a lot of notes [not really] about each guy.  I said, “You think THAT’S a lot?”

I flipped the page over so he could see my copious notes on the other side of the paper. He looked horrified. Writing=scary.

B11:  After one sentence I said to B11, “You MUST be from here; you’re the only person in this room who talks faster than me.”  He grew up near my neighborhood and said that it had be a pit…and he thinks that it still is.  I enjoyed talking to B11, but he said that he was hooked on the speed-dating because he finds it so bizarre. I think that means, “I’m not attracted toy you but don’t take it personally.”  Ok, I won’t.  He is also still drinking and hanging with his buddies on weeknights and that’s great. Just not for me.

B12: I liked B12 and could have talked with him longer. He does some kind of IT work for CBS and had been deployed to Kuwait and
Iraq before the War. Again, no match here.  SOB!
AT this point time was called, and the dating was officially over.  But the next thing I knew…

B13 RAN at me.  It was a soliloquy punctuated only by my…”wow.”….”that’s great”…”reallyhowinteresting”

B13 saw me and my name (ends in A) and thought maybe I am from his country, Brazil. He has been here 20 years, but used to drive Motocross in his country.  Is my family not from his country [no]?  He was looking at me the whole time looking forward to meeting me [ohthat'ssoSWEET].  He was the motocross champion in 1986 [Patsch miren boykh arayn/BFD]…Oh, but he doesn’t want to waste my time.  [ok, great. Bye]

And I fled. Quite literally.

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