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Yeah, I couldn't make Jacob the lust of her affection either.

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Chapter 11

I'm good and frustrated now with this whole thing. I'm wondering if he, the man of my dreams, will even be in this batch of men. I mean I have a few potentials, but I've still yet to feel an actual spark of pure undying chemistry. Maybe that's not real life though; maybe my head has been stuck in a book or a Disney movie for too long.

I let out a quiet sigh as Jasper comes over and motions for the next truck with what is sure to be another ill attempt at my one true love.

This one comes rolling in, in yet another red pickup and I try to plaster on a fake smile in anticipation and excitement, though I'm quickly losing hope in this charade with each passing second.

The guy steps out and struts toward me and I'm seriously about to cry. What is with the producers and crew of this show picking out greasy long haired men for me? I'm just not into that thing. Maybe I should've been more specific about my type. I guess I didn't realize I have a type until now.

Mr. Long Blonde Ponytail walks up with ice blue eyes and yeah, his eyes are pretty, but I still get the serial killer vibe from him. That's horrible, I know. I mean, they do extensive background checks on these guys, so I know that he's not, but still something about him screams that he can't be trusted.

He opens his mouth and introduces himself and then I know why. "Hello pretty girl, I'm James. It's nice to finally meet you."

He says this as if he's in the throes of passion and I kind of want to barf on his fine Italian leather shoes. Plus, as soon as he said his name, I knew he'd be a no go for me. My ex-boyfriend's name was James and I've written off any guy with that name since. I just don't think you can trust a James.

He could prove me wrong, but I doubt it. Oh heaven help me if number seven is just as bad, I may just run as far away from this mansion as possible. The camera crew can just try and keep up. It'd make for interesting television anyway.

A/N: Hmm… who do you think number seven will be?

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