The second round of love letters was much easier. Two guys chose to drop out, claiming they had no real connection with Michelle. She agreed. She couldn’t remember having any real conversations with either of them. She only needed to eliminate three more.
Victor was an obvious keeper. That was a given. She couldn’t wait to kiss him again. Just the memory of his lips on hers was enough to make her close her eyes and imagine how it would feel to experiment with other possibilities. Not until we’re married.
Dang, where did that thought come from? He would probably never want to marry her. Who would want to marry an inexperienced Mormon girl?
Ashton. The thought popped into her head unwillingly. She would never marry Ashton. He was a jerk and apostate. Still, none of these other guys were living their lives according to her standards, so why should she judge Ashton? Maybe it was because she expected more from him, a higher understanding of God’s laws.
Anyway, she didn’t have to decide whether or not to keep Ashton this week. He had earned his right to stay. Maybe by the time he was eliminated she will have forgiven him. Maybe.
Okay, so she would definitely keep Brock. She had really enjoyed sitting on his lap and having his arms around her. He was sweet and genuine and really growing on her. He probably would have stood out more on night one if there hadn’t been so much drama. He was a great guy.
Mason was worth keeping for now if for no other reason than because she had to keep a total of ten. At least he flirted with her quite a bit and he was cute. She had almost forgotten about his drunken behavior on the first night. He had apologized after all, and said it was rare for him to ever drink which was why it had so negatively affected him.
Reggie, ugh. He was obviously just here to further his singing career, but whatever. Maybe he was a really good musician and she wasn’t giving him a chance. It seemed like the producers had chosen some pretty successful guys so far. Maybe Reggie was in that category also. She’d keep him around another few days.
Andy. Sweet Midwest farm boy. She kind of looked forward to getting to know him better. Maybe he’d take her for a ride on his tractor. That would be cool.
Kimball, business man from New York City. She’d always wanted to visit New York. Maybe they could take a flight across the country.
The attorney, Seth. He was nice enough but way to the back of the crowd. No real connection but no reason to be eliminated either.
Casey, obvious keeper since he lived in Denver and was a nurse. Heck yeah. The hangout she had planned for the following day was going to be for him. It was at a very nice retirement facility, very similar to the one where he worked. They’d be helping out with activities in the game room. Playing cards, billiards, maybe puzzles, maybe there’d be a piano there. She imagined Reggie probably played piano.
That was up to nine. She just had to choose one more. The computer guy, Dan. She knew very little about him and he was shy, but that was just fine. This whole show was just a game anyway. Nothing serious would ever come of this.
There, ten love letters. Well, nine actually. Oh, what the heck, she’d write a quick note to Ashton. She picked up a little pink card, wrote one word: Congratulations. Then she added another little comment. I had fun today. -Michelle
She tucked the card in an envelope, wrote “Ashton” on the outside, and placed the note in the basket.