Every Monday for the past 8 weeks I have gathered with two other dedicated, strong women to watch the Mr Wombat select his mate. No, we are not watching the Discovery Channel's "Mating Rituals of Urban Women." Or maybe we were and that should be a working title for The Bachelor next season.
The best thing is that I get to spend time with my best friend and my new roomie. This week, my absentee roomie joined us too. Mondays are a hard day; starting the week and giving up on the weekend is not easy. Mondays with the girls have made it far more bearable. So has the abundance of wine that seems to come of it. Now we are onto our very last week and I am pretty sad.
I can't really say that I buy into all this reality TV crap. Especially a show where the lead character is on his second run for true love. The show has nothing at all to do with reality. The reality is that these women will be sorely disappointed when they realize that, "Surprise", Brad doesn't have the cash to sweep you off to Vegas each weekend to spice things up. Or South Africa for that matter. These women are set up in unrealistic settings and get unrealistic ideas from this so-called reality TV show.
Heartbreak from someone that isn't real, isn't really heartbreak at all.
I will miss this bonding when its over. I hope we pick up another TV show that is better than the Bachelor.