![]() ![]() ![]() You guys-and I cannot stress this enough-this guy is the ultimate man in a six-foot-three, chiseled-muscle, freaking Adonis package with aquamarine eyes that would haunt the dreams of an insomniac. Bachelor Anonymous (40M), the single dad Romeo seeking his Juliet. The readers voted, and Single Dad Seeks Juliet won by a landslide.Įnter Mr. Generally, the person in charge of these things shouldn’t fantasize about lighting the whole three-ring dating circus on fire.Īnyway, men from all over Southern California, vying for the coveted bachelor role, submitted their personal ads to my paper. Not to mention, I’m the last person who should be involved in this-my dating and relationship history is a cluster. In essence, I’m supposed to help a reader-nominated bachelor find his special someone, and while I should be excited to handle something of this magnitude solo, I can’t help but get queasy over how gross it feels. I (33F) work at a local paper, and two months ago, my editor assigned me a huge project-run the upcoming, highly anticipated Bachelor Anonymous contest. I know it sounds bad, but just hear me out, okay? Dear Internet: Am I a horrible person for wanting to sabotage my work assignment-completely wreck a dating contest-because I hate the idea of love? ![]()
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