The Bachlorette ((Started 9-23-11))

"So I'm sorry about earlier."

I shrugged, "It's alright..." I said softly and took a sip of the water on the table

I nodded. "I screw this up and I'm still sorry."

I looked up at him, "It's okay. I'd eventually see that side of you, it just came out sooner than later."

I ran my hands over my face. This wasn't going well at all.

I reached out and took his hands. "Hey..." I said softly

I sighed and couldn't look at her.

I sighed and scooted the chair over so I was right beside him. "Matt... Look at me?"

I did as she asked.

"I think you're a really great guy. I do. I just... Wasnt expecting to see that side of you for awhile and that's why I acted so oddly... I'm sorry."

"Its okay. I shouldn't have even done it." even though you shouldn't be wearing the clothes that you are wearing they give a man the wrong impression, I thought

I sighed and pulled Mu skirt down a bit as I shifted in the chair. I just kind or sat there staring at him. I didn't know what to say

If I get sent home this week because she was dressed like a slut i was going to be pissed. "Hey its in the past."

I sighed. I shook my head and fixed my black polo collar. "Look... You're not entirely at fault here... Half of it was my doing. I misled you and I'm sorry."

"That is true." I said before I could stop myself.

I sighed and just kind of sat there, not knowing what else there was to say

This was going to be a really hard game to win... "Soooo.... tell me about what you do?" i asked

"well you see, I was a New Jersey baker assistant and hated the assistant aspect, but I couldn't start my own bakery there because no one was interested in another bakery. That's when I moved to New York and opened a bakery business there. "

"What is your specialty?" i asked

I smiled, "Out of the box cakes." I said and shivered at a cold draft

'What does that mean?"

"Like... Cakes that look like Xboxes or turtles. Things like that."

"Oh nice." I smiled "I always thought cakes were suppose to be square."

I smiled and shook my head, "Nope. I made a Coach pocketbook for my mom on her birthday."

"Oh well that is really cool." I said