Bachelor #2

It's been a while since I started with Bachelor #2, but thankfully there is a written record of all my interactions nicely organized on the eHarmony website. As one can imagine, it is quite easy to loose track of who's who when you are dealing with numerous matches at one time, so going back to November to see how I started with B#2 was quite a long assignment. It all began with a cute little "wink" message that stated one of my matches sent me an Ice Breaker (a little message that pops up), which was my first so I was pleasantly surprised. After reviewing his profile and his pictures, I was quite smitten with this outgoing and adventurous match option. After about a week of going through the motions on the guided communication, we began the open eHarmony messaging. A short time after, he asked me out to meet up for a drink over one of our many worktime emails. I agreed, and suggested Goose Island brewery because I had been dying to try a new specialty beer (and figured what guy wouldn't think a girl was sooo cool to suggest a brewery?).
Anyway...here's what followed-
Date One
-I was early, accidentally texted him instead of my friend, played it off okay.
-Discussed college life, fraternities, sports, dogs.
-He was pleasantly outgoing, and unlike Bachelor #1, had plenty to talk about. I was an immediate fan of his adventurous stories of scuba diving, boating, flying, and travel.
-It was right before the Christmas/New Years holiday, so we left things open, not setting a solid follow up date.
Date Two
-After about a week, I had written him off - no texts, emails, calls...but just when I was setting up a date with Bachelor #3 I received a text wishing me a happy new year and wondering if I wanted to meet up again sometime soon.
-Unfortunately, the request to meet up was actually a dinner at his friend (a girl's) house that was cooking dinner. I felt a little awkward meeting his friends on our second date and suggested that we meet up after he was finished with dinner. This was on a Monday night, a big Bears game was on and I had gone to hang out at a friends place and subsequently got pretty intoxicated waiting around for his call.
-Long story short, we decided to meet up later on in the week instead because it got too late for me.

Date Two:
-bowling and martini's
-I offered to pick up the drinks while he got our shoes. Definitely was not as good as I remembered, but quickly got the hang of it after a couple of gutterballs. Lost fair and square to him the first game and agreed to play a second as the date was progressing; full of good conversation, another round of martini's, and my need to prove I wasn't awful at coordination.
-He was cute and helpful (bordering on bossy, but I could tell he didn't want to come off that way) in giving me pointers to at least hit some pins. I pulled the flirtatious move of asking him to stand behind me to act-out the proper stance, ever so slightly brushing my butt against his "man region" and fully aware of the message I was trying to send. Testing out these kinds of waters are essential to me because I am not ashamed in the least, and love to see their reactions.
-This flirtation, along with the delicious Skittles martini (danger in the form of a purple concoction that tasted exactly like the candy and went down far easier than a bag of the sweets), made for a much more exciting second game. I had gotten back in my groove whipping a strike the very first throw, and his self-disappointment at himself for not getting the first strike was apparent. It was then that I decided to up the anty and offer to make the game "more interesting with a bet." Loser gives winner a massage. Obviously he accepted, and unbeknownst to him I had already decided to let him win. I've found that sometimes, early on, it is a good thing to pump a guy full of confidence - and a massage they feel they've earned is just icing on top. Sometime mid-game, the stakes were raised to include the loser having to make the winner a homemade meal of their choosing.
-After bowling, we were on our way back to his place to watch a movie and massage (I promised to make good on my bet). I met his roommate who was occupying the living room and television, and turned down Bachelor #2's request to move things to the bedroom. The roommate got the hint and went back to his room leaving us to privacy, his back rub, and some movie which I don't recall. Kissing soon followed.
-After our hot'n'heavy sesh, I indicated that it was far later than I had planned on staying out, and asked him to walk me to a cab. Almost 1:00am on a Monday night, and knowing I had a long day of work ahead of me, I halfheartedly pushed the boy off of my body and the couch. He insisted on driving me home without hesitation, and I accepted for the savings in cab fare and was very grateful. Sitting outside my apartment in his car, our goodbye was very reminiscent of high school days where you make out in the front seat and hope no one is watching. He inquired if I had ever cooked scallops in my vast culinary experience, and mentioned how he had some in his freezer that he had been meaning to use but didn't know how to prepare them. Backwardly asking me to cook them for him, I was too tired to play dumb and confidently told him I'd show him how to cook them anytime. We agreed to sometime later in the week.

Date Three:
-By the very next day following our bowling escapades, Bach#3 had confirmed our next date, I would cook him a scallop dinner at his place Friday night after work. I spent all day leading up to the dinner stressed out about what exactly to cook, what if any ingredients or equipment he would have, and obviously what to wear. I wanted to be cute, yet sexy; comfortable, not grungy; clean, but not bring my own apron etc. By the time I had to leave my house that night I had settled on the recipes (prosciutto wrapped scallops to start-seafood pasta with a saffron cream sauce-homemade chocolate chip cookie sandwiches with coffee ice cream and hazelnut topping), chosen a perfect outfit (leggings, tunic, heels) and gathered the appropriate groceries/mis en place. I made and assembled the ice cream sandwiches at my place before to cut down on the prep time at his place, and to add a secret surprise element which is always nice. We never made it to dessert anyway, so mute point.
-I arrived at his place around 8, and due to the fact he didn't thaw the seafood completely before I arrive, we didn't sit down to eat until around 9:30. I made due with his bachelor stocked kitchen, no cutting board, and rusted "cut-co" style knives. He kept the vino flowing as I pranced around the kitchen trying not to let my Hells Kitchen maniac chef side show too much. I made a perfect picture of multi tasking; chopping, sauteing, mixing, flirting, random kisses, slapping his hand with the wooden spoon when he kept eating the rigatoni prior to it's completion. By the time we actually ate, I wasn't hungry anymore and was more interested in jumping to the couch-play I knew was inevitable. My overly self-judgmental personality in regards to my cooking made it impossible to believe that the overcooked pasta was as good as he said it was, but I nodded and continued to flirt my way to what I wanted for dessert ;)
-Like I said before, we did not have ice cream sandwiches for our post-meal treat. I was satisfied nonetheless. It was very late at this point, and Bachelor #2 offered to move my car for at this time of the night I could have been towed. I obliged, not thinking how messy I had left my damn car, or how loud my cd was playing. Giving me ample time to go to the bathroom and steal his amazing overly-plush robe, he returned and we had some more "dessert" before both exhausted falling asleep. I wasn't offended when he rolled me over to the opposite side of his bed, claiming I was on "his side" but rather found it cute and liked his confidence in his own personal routines.
-Sleeping in a stranger's bed, the lack of ambien, and an early morning hangover roused me from my slumber earlier than I would have liked. After laying awake for about 30 minutes I figured I'd get out of bed to go to the bathroom/have my movement wake Bachelor #2 from his sleep. No way, he was out like a log and continued to sleep through my constant disruption of the bed, sheets, and even his pillows. By 8:00 I was tired of fake sleeping and decided to prod him awake. Big mistake-he grumbled like Shrek something along the lines of "I don't mean to be an asshole, but I'm not a morning person." Whoaa, sleeping dragon! Not really, about 20 seconds later and he was fine and apologetic for his half asleep grunting. So much so that he tried to get a morning dose of "dessert." I gracefully declined his request, and told him to go back to sleep because I wanted to get a move on to make it to my 9:00 am yoga class. About an hour later I finally made it out into daylight, and drove home to go back to sleep in my own bed. To be continued...