Baching it

Only five hours into my three day jail sentence called Bachelor Life and things aren't looking good. I dropped the contents of two taco supremes and a nacho bell grande down the front of my shirt. I have a meeting in 11 minutes and one right after. I am a slob.

Baby is in San Antonio visiting her caramel skinned best buddy who in the same breath is kinkishly hot and my dire nemesis. She will also stop in to visit another pal of her childhood who believes I have a crush on her. All this because I am a flirt and think crash talking should be in the olympic games.

True I am a horny man and haven't stayed faithful in a single relationship since the age of 15 but things are different. How so? I truly can't put me finger down on it. But it has something if not everything to do with a red head, a giggle, and an elusive butt cheer.

Good Travels to all,
Bachelor Number 42