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I flew in from Canberra to Brisbane on Friday night, arriving at 10pm. Tired, a little tipsy from a few red wines along the way, and looking forward to seeing Bachelor Number Ten again. As per my previous post (see Take2: Bachelor Number Ten – I really do like him!), I was concerned that we had fizzled and was curious to see how he would behave after being apart for two weeks, and having no *** for four… FOUR!

When I landed and turned on my phone, I had a text from Bachelor Number Ten, relating to the flowers that had arrived on my doorstep (See Take2: Bachelor Number ??? – the mystery package).

HIM: Saw your FB post, I’m pretty fucked either way aren’t I? If it wasn’t me then “why not” and it was me and its more like ‘oooh, you’re so pretty’ which do you think? lol

ME: What??!!

ME: Oh actually I get it, you don’t want to be the ‘ooh you’re so pretty’ guy… so it wasn’t you… why not!?!? hahaha

HIM: Me more smart to send flowers to empty house when pretty lady in canberra :)

ME: Phew! Thank god. I was trying to find a way to say “It’s totally okay that you didn’t pay any attention to the fact I was in Canberra” … Hard to say without being sarcastic.

HIM: You at home now? When you heading here?

ME: Not home yet. See you in the morning.