I’m not looking for a relationship. I’ve been in and out of “serious” relationships over the last decade, which you can read about in my intro. I blame this on the movies and music I grew up on that made torturing your soul for love seem romantic.

“People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos…Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss,” Rob Gordon says in my favorite movie “High Fidelity.”

So, for now, I’ve chosen bachelorhood. I’ve tasted the committed life several times, and yes, I was committed. I’ve never cheated on a girlfriend, although the famous line, “We were on a break,” from Ross on “Friends” may bare some relevance to my life. I’m not afraid of commitment, I’m just curious about all life has to offer.

That being said, Promo Girl No. 2 is definitely making me reevaluate things.

We met at the Promo Girls’ New Years Eve Party. Our conversation lasted five minutes, but our whatever-this-is has lasted longer than any other I’ve had since I moved back to Corpus Christi, newly single, seven months ago.

Two weeks later I posted a ridiculous bulletin/survey on my Myspace: “Which Victoria Secret Angel Are You?” (If I were a Victoria Secret Angel, I’d be “Gisele Bundchen…because you are nice, trendy, and like to have fun.”) An email came from Promo Girl No. 2 in response to my bulletin: “You’re so funny.” Like with original Promo Girl, she was out of my league, and I had to play it cool.

Promo Girl No. 2 was attending my old university back in my hometown, about 45 minutes away.

“Maybe I’ll make a special trip out there,” I emailed. “I miss my favorite hometown restaurant. Maybe I could fit you in while I’m down.”

“Sure, let me know when you can fit me into your schedule,” she replied.

A week later, I posted a Myspace bulletin promoting a screening of “Dawn of the Dead” (the original) at a local mall. It was the ideal date for a nerd like me. Plus, last time I took a girl to a George A. Romero (director of Dawn of the Dead) event, the relationship lasted 3 years.

The only reply was from Promo Girl No. 2: “Cool! Zombie movies are my favorite.” This is where the stories of the two Promo Girls differ.

Sure, she was inviting herself to the movie just as original Promo Girl had, but Promo Girl No. 2 swore she was a nerd in high school, and she currently had a collection of zombie movies, whereas original Promo Girl liked movies like “Jackass” and she had never heard of the “Evil Dead” series. Promo Girl No. 2 actually had things in common with, of all people, me.

“You should come to the screening,” I said. “You can hold my hand during the scary parts, although I'll most likely be squeezing yours first.” Yes, I love zombie movies, but I’m extremely scared of zombies.

“I want to go for sure! You can hold my hand Mike. I won’t let the scary wary zombie wombies get you!” Cute. The screening wasn’t for another month, I had to see her sooner.

“Sounds like a date, but it definitely won’t be our first,” I said. “We're hanging out before then because your first impression can't be me getting scared of zombies.”

Super Bowl Sunday came before the movie screening along with the official Promo Girls’ Super Bowl Party. Promo Girl No. 2 hung around my table most of the time I was there.

“Let’s hang out after the game,” I said.

“I have to drive home tonight,” she replied. Home was almost an hour away.

“It’ll just be for a little while,” I said. We had to get over that first date hurdle. Sure, I can be charming via email, but package those words with these eyes, and game over. I had to hang out with her in person. She agreed.

One of the benefits of living in a beach town is that there’s always a free, after-hours date right on the bayfront. We forgot about our responsibilities and talked for a couple of hours as we walked by the beach. We shared the kind of kisses a man earns by giving a girl his jacket to protect her from the cool breeze coming off the gulf. I wasn’t another guy buying her a drink at the bar because she was hot, I was genuinely interested in her.

Last time I hung out with Promo Girl No. 2 I said, “Wow…you realize it’s been 4 months since we met?” But, I’m not looking for a relationship, right?