Despite trying to use Blackberry Messenger (BBM) as an alternative to texting and calling, Bachelor Number three requested my number and began texting me instead. I am not sure why texting appeals more to him than using BBM. To me, BBM is all the convenience of texting with the added bonus of stalkability–BBM tells you when a message has been delivered to a handset (i.e. if the person was on their phone it won’t deliver, when they hang up it will) and when it’s been read by the person. I feel compelled to answer texts more timely on BBM. It keeps me honest. Anyway, the texting with Bachelor Number 3?
It’s like pulling teeth. At first it was the normal questioning like are you an only child, are your parents still married who’s your favorite baseball player (yes, no, uh?). But then he asked me if I knew what a cow patty was.
Yes, you read that right. Someone texted me the question that basically translates to “Do you know a nickname for cow shit?”
I was confused but said “Yeah?” and his response was that I am “just the right amount of country for him.”
Anyway, the long and short of this whole thing is that,k, as it turns out, Bachelor Number 3 is a baseball coach for the high school where he teaches and he invited me to come this weekend to a baseball game he is coaching.
While I am open to meeting Bachelor Number 3, I question whether or not a high school baseball game is the best venue for a first encounter, much less what might amount to a first date.
I am hesitant because I think that shows a level of commitment I am not prepared to show–I would be meeting coworkers, essentially showing up where he works, and watching him do something all while I sit in the stands. I’ve been to my share of high school baseball games (both as a girlfriend and a regular spectator) and I can say, with certainty, that if you’re waiting on someone after the game, it gets awkward. There is a dead period. Anyway, after that awkward period would be a super awkward first meeting. In front of a bunch of high school boys.
Anyway, aside from all that, it’s a 40 minute drive from my house, and I sort of anticipated our first encounter would be less driving for me and more driving for him. I’m a bitch like that.
What do you think?