I have a confession that I'm not really all that proud of. I do this in secret and feel a whole lot of self-loathing as I do it. What is it that I've been doing? I've been watching The Bachelor.
I don't even know how it happened. One second I was ignoring it and the next I was drawn in to the tales of the man who has been described as "too perfect" and his harem of bachelorettes. You see, I can get it "on demand" (for free) and last weekend I decided to watch the premiere and it was just downhill from there. There were girls who were crazy, girls who were bitchy, girls playing games, a girl who seems 29 going on 40, and girls who just seemed to good to be true. Then there was the teaser of the girl who had an affair with a guy on the production team and knew I had to watch more.
I've never really been an avid viewer of the show. I've watched an episode here and there, but I think that when it comes to this season I may be "in this for the long haul" (as some of the ladies on the show like to think they are). The unfortunate thing is that he seems to have kicked off two of the most entertaining ladies of the bunch (Elizabeth and Michelle) but we've still got a bikini model who has weird lips, the girl all the other girls hate, and a single mother who while she seems sweet as can be, I can't help but think she's going to get her heart broken. That and there's a girl that every time I see her at the rose ceremony, I wonder what is up with her hair...and sometimes, that's just good TV.
Is there hope for me? I have no idea.