The real third date- Shaan & Parker

"I'm tired... of being confused... and wondering why I'm never good enough... and always leaving the door open for people to come in and go out just as fast... and the tequila I drank last night is not helping with it... I'm getting tired of this whole thing..." Parker said with a sigh. "I feel a lot of things and I feel them a lot of ways and I'm so far from perfect that I have no idea why all you girls keep telling me that because it's so obviously wrong. Like seriously, there's no need to tell me I'm second place like that if only is supposed to make me feel better." he said, exasperated. "If I love someone, I love someone, not an I love you but. My butt is on my ass, not my heart." 

Parker actually started tearing up, like a little storm cloud in all the sunshine. "Ivy league degrees don't mean someone's smart, I do a lot of stupid shit and I know I'm a bit of an airhead, but I'm smart enough to know that the last reason I want someone to marry me is out of pity. So if pity is the only reason you're still here with me, there's your answer. That's the only thing that could possibly hurt me more." 

In that moment of silence, Parker was getting up and just about to leave. Silence was an answer just as much as words were, actually more of an answer in his experience. There it was again, the silence. 

And then there was something other than silence. 

"Wha- what?" Parker blurted out, jaw pretty much on the ground. "Are you... sure? Like actually sure?" he asked, equal parts serious and hopeful. "Umm for the record you were never supposed to be the second round. You were on that first list. The butt was the closer wasn't it?" 

"But really, are you sure? Like you don't need to go talk to Trout or sleep on it or anything? I mean I guess either way you can always just say no later but are you really sure? But if you are, well... I need a little bit of prep time to execute my master plan..."