Bachelor #15, Revisted

It's not often that I regret my dating-and-dumping decisions. And Bachelor #15 is no exception. He was a lot of fun, but PITIFUL on the post-date follow-up. Call me old fashioned (at least when it works in my favour) but I believe the man should call/text/email after a good date. Bachelor #15 didn't seem to see it that way. He also has no kids and hopes to some day, which makes him out of my target market and not to be taken seriously.

So taking him seriously is out of the question. But does that mean I can't take him at all? When he emailed me this week after months of no contact, suddenly it occurred to me: Bachelor #15 is what every single girl needs when Mr. Right isn't coming along: Mr. Right Now. And he's the perfect Friend With Benefits: takes me out for nice dinners, sexy, great flirty banter, always brings wine, and, if memory serves, great in bed. What more could a girl want, you know, other than someone who actually cares about her?

Sure, I thought I'd matured beyond the era of the booty call, but a little something to take the edge off might be just what the doctor ordered. Even though I'd rather order a doctor.