No, not Sean. A different one. Not a self-proclaimed bachelor by any means, but a man leaps and bounds better than anyone on reality tv ... or else where; nevertheless, the weekend trip I took was akin to a date on The Bachelor.
1) To pick me up at the train station, he:
parks the car
walks to meet me
light rain falling
greets me briefly
gives me a big hug
goes in for The. First. Kiss.
2) To take me back to where he was staying:
holds my hand
light rain still falling
talks about how nervous he was
leads me to the car
opens the door for me
B. M. W.
3) To set the mood in the car:
turns it on from ten feet away
seat warmers. activated.
coffeehouse station
holds my hand the entire time
4) To adequately show the accommodations:
has a view from the top of a hill
twinkling lights dot the house like frosting on a cake
carries my bag
opens the door
5) To have everything ready:
ambient lighting
serene atmosphere
coffeehouse station
drinks at the ready
an infinite smile
If you could replay the thoughts that traversed my mind, you could have played the Bachelor drinking game, you know, the one where you say "down the hatchet" when you hear the girls' words of:
a) I'm falling for him
b) I feel like we really have a connection
c) He could be the one
d) all of the above
Except unlike the unreal reality tv aspects that comfortably coax said feelings from these girls, mine were, and still are, true.
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