Uh oh.....the new 20th season of The Bachelor starts on television TONIGHT. I am not going to watch it. I am not. It's always like watching a train wreck.....horribly fascinating. But I am not going to tune in.
And I don't want to hear terms like "I need some alone time", or "fantasy suite", or "he's so hot!" ever again. Those phrases should be banned from the vocabulary.
And the shirtless scenes, and the swimming pools, and the limosines, and the mansions, and the "realistic" dates. Nope....Dave never took me up in a hot air balloon, we never got to Paris until we'd been married for about 35 years, we didn't have a date on a private yacht in the Virgin Islands. Most of our dates involved $2 pitchers of beer and a pizza and dancing at The Spot in Ripon, Wisconsin, or a movie and the one theater in our college town, or study "dates".
But here we are....just celebrated our 48th....so I did find love. Yes, we did meet at a bar in Ripon after probably one (or two) too many glasses of beer......but I wasn't competing with 20+ other young women and he was a good dancer!
On the other hand, my sewing machine table does sit in the kitchen when I am working on a quilt and I do have a quilt top to start tonight and the small TV will be sitting right there on the counter and there probably isn't much else on that I want to watch.......so maybe......maybe....
Oh what the heck....how can I miss season 20!?
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