The Bach.

So I’m watching the Bachelorette which I’m currently hating myself for. I have a personal aversion to all versions of the Bachelor/Bachlorette, and I generally refuse to watch it. I usually can’t get through five minutes of the show before cringing at the staged responses and stupid love-sick games. Honestly—who falls in love on TV? Who’s okay with dating like ten men at once and then getting engaged like five weeks later? It just isn’t realistic. I don’t buy it.

But today I started watching at the gym because I got there a little late and my typical 7pm game shows were over. I decided to give it a chance because I was trying to distract myself from a. the fact that I worked until 8p.m. and b. running for 30 minutes on the treadmill after an exhausting day. Regardless, back to the issue. So I’m watching Ashley with all these boys, and it’s just making me really sad for her. It must be so hard to really evaluate how you feel about four different men when each of them is vying for your attention and you’re juggling a jam-packed schedule with dates and visits and all the stuff the comes with being on a TV show. How do you find love in all that?

It makes me think about how M and I fell in love. It was so easy. We didn’t have to compete with 16 others for attention. We got to learn about each other in private, slowly at our own pace. Our first kiss was just the two of us—not millions of viewers. And we didn’t have to decide after one or two or even three dates if we were going to get married. When you put it like that—how could we not fall in love? Right?

So I don’t think I’m going to continue watching The Bachelorette, even though the rest of America seems to be obsessed with finding Ashley’s future husband. She’s a cute girl, and she seems honest, fun and lovely—but her love is her business, not mine. Instead, I’m going to spend Monday nights remembering how fortunate I am to have M and enjoying our relationship. We don’t need a million viewers to tell us how lucky we are.

To turning off the TV,

Lia