Will You Accept this Rose?

Alright friends (and people I don’t know). I have a confession to make. I’m addicted to the Bachelor. It’s sort of a love/hate relationship we have with one another. I have watched just about every season (though I rarely admit to this) and just continue to watch the show because I can’t believe how dumb some girls can be. I also always think it’s going to work out and the majority of them haven’t.

Now, in the past, I’ve had my own “blonde moments.” I’ll admit that from time to time I’m “flaky.” But, you will never see my mug on national television crying over some guy I don’t even know. You’ll also never see me on television professing my undying love for a man who is chasing after 24 other women. No, I’m realistic enough to know that I cannot compete with supermodels, women with fake bubbies, hair, nails, or teeth. If these are the things men are interested in, well, ……… I’m screwed…….

But Jake… he’s different. I’d let him see me in a bathing suit because I think he’d tell me how great I look, even though it’s a tattered Target one-piece and I’m lumpy. I think that even if I drank a bit too much of the free booze they’re tossing around at all hours of the day on that show, he’d tell me that my breath smelled as lovely as one of his coveted roses. I think that if I tripped as I was about to “accept this rose,” he’d catch me in his muscle-y arms and tell me that he was going to fly me off into the sunset “one the wings of love.” And I’d fall for it all.


Is this man real?


My vote is that he’s an Avatar.