A sneaky someone sent flowers to my office yesterday...I can't receive flowers without blushing endlessly.
Of these three truths, I am aware:
1. Finding love through a reality TV show is as likely as...well, it just doesn't happen.
2. Every second of reality TV is over-produced, over-styled and completely removed from reality, killing a minimum of 70 brain cells and 2 precious hours per episode.
3. The bed-hopping, multiple-partners situation is all a tad sleazy for this 24 year old, abstinence-believin', virgin. (Call me old fashioned.)
...but I cannot help it. I'm waiting with baited breath, hopelessly wondering: Who will receive the final rose?!? Choosing between dark, hunky Roberto and sweet, lovable Chris is bound to create a nail-biting, watch-worthy episode of The Bachelorette this Monday night. If were me, it's Chris all the way. Tall, goofy, family-oriented and intelligent...has there ever been a bachelor more weddable? So sweetly genuine and sensitive...I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a little celeb crush on that boy.
Put a ring on that, Ali!
Do you watch? If so, who's your man?