January 5, 2015: a day that I never thought anything of until it was too late. It began as a normal day; two bus rides, eight hours of work, and a quick cardio session before we got back to the apartment and made dinner. It seemed like your everyday Monday until we sat down in front of the TV to eat. (Yes, we eat on our couch. It’s what you do when you don’t yet have dining room furniture. Or a dining room…)
First of all, we sat down at exactly 8:00 pm, which never happens. We always end up having to watch the end of a show or supplement with some Hulu Plus if we miss the very beginning. The next weird thing? The channel was on ABC, and I hadn’t watched ABC since the fall finale of Once Upon a Time. So when we turned on the television at 8 pm on Monday, January 5, 2015, we unwittingly became that couple that I had never intended to be. In short, we become the couple that watches The Bachelor.
Funny enough, after that first time, we didn’t renounce our new status as that couple. We tuned in again the next week, and the week after that, and basically every Monday since it started. Spencer doesn’t complain, and I don’t mind it, but I’m still not convinced that either of us have ever knowingly planned to watch it. We always just seem to be there when it begins… I don’t know what kind of voodoo magic ABC is messing around with, but let me tell you, it’s working.
I’m not going to give you a recap of the season, but if you missed Monday’s episode, Bon‘s got a quite hilarious synopsis for you. Basically, Jade is my favorite, and I can’t decide if it’s her down-to-earth attitude or the fact that she got to be Cinderella for a night. Other things you should know: Britt might be a bit disingenuous; Samantha has got to be going home next week (I think she’s said 3 words all season); and Kelsey is crazy. Certifiably, slap-that-girl-in-a-straitjacket crazy.
I would warn all of you against the force of nature that is The Bachelor, but I honestly don’t think it will do you any good. The Bachelor will get you before you even realize what’s happening with that genuinely nice little Iowa farmer and his ridiculous posse of women. And is that really such a bad thing?