My wife watches every damned "reality" matchmaking show known to man. The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, Rock Of Love, whatever. If you've got a show that involves a lot of people trying to win the affection of one person, she's game. I'll occasionally glance up at these shows while I'm blogging tweeting working on my laptop.
Full disclosure: I happily watched the first season of Rock Of Love with her. But I drew the line at the second season. It seemed like the same damn thing I had already watched (and I swear, some of those girls from the second season were on the first season as well).
I don't quite understand the contestants on these shows. First of all, the cynic in me does not believe in love at first sight -- initial attraction, yes -- yet all these contestants claim, "I fell in love with him the second I saw him!" And it's usually punctuated by a squeal. And lots of eye-rolling from the other contestants.
But the thing that really slays me is how these women can still be in love with a man after watching him kiss, canoodle, and god knows what else with everyone on the show. I don't get it. Maybe I never learned how to share my toys as a child.
Is it a jealousy thing? A survival of the fittest thing? What the hell makes you "love" a guy who shoved his tongue down the throats of your fifteen skanky roommates? Is the camera an aphrodisiac?
Maybe I'm just old and lame.
I Love To Watch You Kissing Other Girls
