As someone who has long scoffed at the idea of tuning into The Bachelor, I find myself in uncharted territory. For years, I’ve silently critiqued friends who eagerly awaited each season, indulging in a show that I deemed shallow and poorly scripted. I mean, here were individuals with advanced degrees and impressive vocabularies, obsessing over a man who, let’s be honest, needed a televised platform to find love. I rolled my eyes at their excitement over cat fights, excessive hairspray, and an abundance of cleavage.
I never understood why women would throw themselves at a guy who clearly lacked social finesse. While my friends hosted premiere parties adorned with roses and themed cocktails, I remained the outsider, bewildered by their social media meltdowns when their favorite contestant faced rejection. “How did we get here?” I often mused. “What is this madness? Why do we care about a girl named Emily breaking some guy named Ethan’s heart?”
And then, against my better judgment and under the influence of cold medicine, I stumbled upon the first episode of Season 22. Blame it on the NyQuil or my inability to grab the remote; either way, I found myself watching The Bachelor.
You guys, I have feelings. So many feelings.
My husband, who reluctantly joined me on this wild ride, was equally engrossed. We sat on our couch, glued to the screen as contestants (is that what they’re called? I’m still learning) arrived at a grand mansion in various eye-catching ways. One contestant, Leah, quickly became my husband’s favorite after driving up in a classic convertible. And then there was Crystal, who we immediately recognized as trouble, while we couldn’t fathom why Sarah showed up wearing an absurd mask for half the episode.
As the episode progressed, we promised ourselves we wouldn’t become “that” couple, just watching for the sake of mockery. We said, “Just this one episode to understand the hype.” Three episodes later, we were fully committed and our lives had taken a strange turn.
“Did you record The Bachelor?” my husband asked last week—a statement that would have been divorce-worthy six months ago. But now? His newfound enthusiasm for our guilty pleasure made me giddy.
As we navigated the ins and outs of the show, we learned about one-on-one dates, group outings, and even demolition derbies. I mean, who thought of pairing dog training with a group date? Watching Arie, our bachelor, take his date to a dog park and have them perform tricks in front of children was a level of ridiculousness I had never anticipated.
When Lauren was sent home after a disappointing date, I found myself genuinely concerned for her. After all, it’s not every day you invest your heart after knowing someone for just a few days. This is the kind of emotional investment that leaves you questioning your own sanity.
And then there’s the prospect of meeting parents on a first date—really, Arie? This is the stuff of dreams and nightmares rolled into one. Nevertheless, I’m all in for this rollercoaster ride, Arie, and I’m rooting for you and Leah. I just hope you don’t break my heart along the way.
Oh, and don’t forget, you’re invited to my Final Rose Ceremony party where I’ll be serving a signature cocktail. It’s going to be a blast!
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Summary
The author shares their unexpected journey into the world of The Bachelor. Initially a skeptic, they find themselves captivated by the show’s drama and emotional twists. They discuss the absurdity of the situations and characters while reflecting on the changes in their and their husband’s attitudes toward the show. The article concludes with an invitation to a themed Final Rose Ceremony party, humorously highlighting their newfound enthusiasm.