The Bachelor. Yes, I’m watching.
I’ve watched a couple of seasons of “The Bachelorette,” but I couldn’t usually stomach “The Bachelor” until the end of the seasons, but even then, it wasn’t often that I tuned in. I did watch last season’s Bachelorette because I felt so bad for DeAnna after being ditched by whoever that guy was. (Even if I did remember, his name isn’t worth mentioning. Jerk.) However, DeAnna disappointed me after dumping Jason as he knelt down to propose. Jerkette. (I get it, she was into Jesse — but letting him get down on one knee? I don’t care what the producers said! That was not cool!)
So I feel like I have to endure this season. I’m invested in Jason and his 3-year-old son.
I started tonight’s episode a little late (I *heart* DVR), and as I’m watching the interviews with the hopeful bachelorettes, I’m scared for Jason. RUN, MAN! Scary.
Don’t get me wrong. I can be real — as painful as it is to admit, I would’ve done that show in a hot second if I’d had the opportunity post-divorce. I would’ve believed wholeheartedly that it could work. I also would’ve been cut in Round One, and gone off sobbing feeling like the 13-year-old me who blew it in Round One of the county spelling bee. (True story. But I did win the spelling bee for the whole junior high, so I beat 8th and 9th graders, including the pastor’s son, who was a stinkin’ genius. I’m still very proud of that, can you tell?)
Anyway, I would’ve done it. Believed in it. Gone home crying after the first night.
So I’m watching. Wondering how many times they’re going to show Jason with his shirt off. Wondering how much was spent by the bachelorettes on fake tans, fake nails, fake hair color. Teeth whitening, enough fancy dresses to wear for each rose ceremony (although you may only have the chance to wear ONE), however much it costs to have documents doctored so that you can say you’re 25 when you’re really 31.
It hurts to watch these women. Not just because they make flat out fools of themselves, but to know I would’ve blended in oh, so well at one time. Ouch. It brings me even more admiration for my single friends who are living their lives for God and for themselves, and not consumed with finding Mr. or Ms. Right. Because they aren’t going to settle. DON’T SETTLE! Keep it up.
I’m sorry, but so far The Widow scares me the most. A lot.