Bachelor #2

Before it was down to two guys, there were five, seven, ten.  I dated a lot.  I put myself out there to find love.  God helps those who help themselves.  That’s one of Marc’s favorite sayings.  I could care less about those gazillion others.  They called, texted, or emailed and I was very upfront. “I’ve met someone.  I’m very happy.  That said, I wouldn’t have spent the time with you that I did if I didn’t enjoy your company.  So I hope we can still be friends and you are welcome to hang out with me and my network in the future.”  I think the guys always appreciated that. It’s true.  If you can’t be friends, why did you bother in the first place?

But then there is that second guy.  Kinda like how the Bachelor was torn between Melissa and Molly.  Except my story will not play out that way.  I’ve chosen and we are together and that’s that.  But there is my #2 who has been gone for a little over a month, helping his mom move. Now he’s back and wants to see me and I don’t know what to say.

We started out as friends.  It progressed to something more.  We have a lot of chemistry, a lot of fun, but really there was no long-term potential–at least from my perspective.  He’s recently single.  He has a teenaged daughter and having another child is the furthest thing from his mind.  There was a reason I was still dating a ton of guys.  

I say all of this, but don’t know how I’m going to break it to him.  I’m sure it’ll hurt.  I don’t want to do it on the phone.  He deserves a face-to-face.  I owe it to him to tell him in person. But before I do that, I feel like I have to tell Dean.