Ugh! I did it again!
I watched the finale of The Bachelorette.
Never in my life have I wanted to slap someone so badly as I did DeAnna (The Bachelorette) tonight. I thought for sure she would go for Jason. Unbelievably built and gorgeous Jason, who has a real job and is responsible and ready to be a reliable husband. But noooooo! The stupid bitch picked Jesse (‘Dude, where’s the snow?’) a ‘professional’ snowboarder who flings around words like ‘rad’ and ‘bitchin’ and who taught DeAnna’s grandma how to do the ‘pound the rock then explode it’ hand shake.
What ever!
My friend Berk’s husband (who picked Jesse as the winner before the big announcement) said, “I’ve only been wrong once. They always pick the bad boys.”
He was right. She did. She picked the one who she would have to finish raising before she could even think about having children with. Apparently that’s what passes for excitement and true love these days. In five years when the baby is screaming at 3 in the morning, she’s not gonna think it’s too ‘rad’ to have her husband roll over and say, “Dude,” slap on her arm, “Shut that freakin’ baby up. I gotta get up and shred the slope with my new plank at like 10 am, man.”
I have to admit, I have fallen for the bad guy before. The appeal is real. Just look at all the romance novels, the heroine never falls for the accountant with the company car, 401k and good health care benefits. She always falls for the misunderstood, loner with the risk-his-life-on-a-daily-basis job. Or the commanding Alpha male who emanates raw power and animal magnetism like the sun while he ruthlessly runs the empire he built up from nothing.
But these days, I need a guy I can count on to be there day in and day out. I’ve had about all the uncertain excitement a gal can handle, thank you very much.
Who would you pick, a Steady-Eddie or a Flakey-Jake?
PS-#1 son’s team lost (sniff). Both teams were given money for a pizza party which we all headed to right after the game. It was sweet to see these fiercely competitive teams laugh, joke and play around with each other. Ah, to be as resilient as kids!
