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The Bachelor/Bachelorette

Another season of The Bachelor is over, and of course the bachelor picked the one woman everyone tried to warn him about. I give them a few months…

Once upon a time, I’m a little embarrassed to say, I used to watch each season in its entirety. I stopped because I got tired of watching the same people be recycled from one season to another. It went something like this: one guy was the bachelor and had 25 women to choose from, one of the women he didn’t choose went on to be the new bachelorette with 25 men to choose from, one of the men she didn’t choose went on to be the new bachelor with 25 new women, and so on and so forth. This cycle has repeated itself about a dozen times now. Personally, I would prefer it if they chose a new person for each season that has no connection to the previous season(s).

Regardless, that’s not the main reason I stopped watching. I stopped watching because the show has lost its course. When it first began it was focused on giving people the opportunity to find a romantic match and a happily ever after. However as the years and seasons have gone by, the show has become more about stirring the drama, causing scandalous moments, and giving us the most shocking rose ceremony ever. Sure, everyone likes to watch juicy TV moments, but at some point these moments stop being tolerable, especially given the purpose of the show.

It’s difficult to take the show seriously when A) the people being selected are kind of cuckoo, B) there’s always the one contestant that comes in with a bad agenda, C) people can come and go as they like for a second chance, and D) the biggest one of them all, only one couple out of all the seasons has had a real success story. The show doesn’t really work anymore, so to speak, since people don’t stay together or engaged for much time. I think part of the problem is that all of the parties involved go into it convinced that they’re going to fall in love, so in that sense, the relationships are being forced.

Don’t get me wrong though, if they had a gay version of this show I would totally apply for it. In fact there has been at least one other dating show that was for the gay community, but that one was even more screwed up because it purposely inserted (no pun) three straight guys into the mix and made the gay bachelor think they were actually gay. But I digress. My point is, I’m jealous of the process and of the activities they get to do on The Bachelor/Bachelorette. Despite the drama, it looks like they have fun half of the time with all of the romantic dates, unique activities, traveling, exotic locations, and fantasy suites. For example, this past season I did manage to catch one episode where they got to hike up the Bay Bridge; that would be so cool to do!

Anyways, the individuals involved are not given a fair opportunity to find love anymore. The show is no longer as innocent and as honest as it used to be, and I’m surprised it’s still on the air. Producers, it’s time to go back to what this show used to be!

The Streak Is Broken

Photo taken from Flickr user: bored-now

I was hoping to write about this at a future date with much more attractive results. Unfortunately I can’t, because a streak I had going is officially broken.

Meeting new people at any point in time, whether it’s strangers, friends of friends, or co-workers, is a normal part of life, but to meet romantic interests on the same dates from year to year is a little more rare. For the past two years (2010 and 2011), there have been three specific weekends, the same in both years, in which I have met someone new. They are: 1) the weekend after Valentine’s Day, 2) the weekend of a conference I volunteer for in March, and 3) my birthday weekend in October.

Besides the dates, another similarity from year to year has been the level of involvement with these “romantic interests.” The two guys I’ve met in February I actually ended up dating for a few months, though not exclusively. Nothing really happened with the guys I’ve met in March, besides exchanging contact information. And for the guys from October, we kept in contact for a while but never officially dated.

Going into this year, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to find out whether this streak would continue. I thought it would be a little too coincidental, but nice, if I indeed did meet another three guys on these three weekends. But I also thought that if it didn’t happen, it’s not the end of the world (yet) and it’s not the only times I could meet someone new. I should say that I don’t go out of my way to make these meetings happen, they just kind of happen.

Well, for the third time, I met someone the weekend after Valentine’s Day. It was sort of a last minute date/meet; we’re still currently “talking” and whether we end up dating remains to be seen.

This past weekend I volunteered at the annual conference again, but unfortunately didn’t meet anyone new. Womp womp womp. Ironically, I actually noticed a lot more guys attending the conference this year, than the previous years, that were questionably gay. So really, my odds seemed better, but still nothing happened and that’s ok.

I’m not surprised or bummed out that the streak is broken, since it’s not the only times I can meet someone new. For me, it was just more comical and quaint, and I was interested to see how long I would have this “good luck.” Then again, I’m still single… so meeting those guys couldn’t really have been so much good luck (though I did at least remain friends with two of them). Regardless, I look forward to future meets and dates, and who knows, maybe a new streak will begin.

Hi there! Wasn’t expecting you.

Photo taken from Flickr user: mediafury

So far in my time as a blogger, I have been posting quotes, music related content, and my thoughts on different topics, but nothing really personal. So I thought maybe it was time to share a story of mine.

Back when I wrote Pant-less Public Parade, I said:
“Have you ever been caught without your pants? I have, by accident. But that’s a story for another day…”

Well, the day has come.

I’m not sure if those who read the post thought I was kidding, because I wasn’t. I really have been caught without my pants on. Thankfully though, I was at least wearing underwear.

Allow me to recap.

The guy I dated for most of last year decided to cook for me one time (actually more than once, but I think this was the first time), or should I say cook with me, since I had to help. I honestly thought I would just show up and start eating. I was clearly mistaken. The preparation and process was fairly simple, and the food was delicious! This dinner was on a Saturday night.

This individual had a roommate, who was supposed to be gone for the weekend and was not expected to be back until late Sunday night or possibly Monday. Here I thought, “Perfect!” Sadly, I was, yet again, mistaken.

The following morning (Sunday), I was up early, as I usually am, and couldn’t fall back to sleep. At first, I had an agenda. Once that was completed, someone wanted to go back to sleep, and it wasn’t me. I thought “Fine, I’ll just get up and do the dishes.” There’s nothing wrong with that, right? Are you still keeping track of the number of times I’ve been mistaken? Tally is now at 3.

I get up to go get started with the dishes. Because I thought we would be alone, I didn’t think it was necessary to put anything on. After a second thought, I decided to at least wear underwear. I’m literally not even out there for a minute, before I hear the main door crack open. The small kitchen is practically the center of the whole apartment and is on the way to the roommate’s room. I was frozen on the spot.

Now, I’m not sure if the situation was more embarrassing for me because I hadn’t previously met the roommate and was out there by myself, or if maybe it would have been just as embarrassing had I already met him. Despite that, the roommate was not alone. They had their sister or friend or girlfriend with them. The more the merrier, I suppose. As they walk by me all I could think to say was “Hi. Sorry.” They walk by and kind of just nod but don’t say anything. Needless to say, I did not wash the dishes and instead went back to the bedroom to hide.

I should also mention that this guy had not told his roommate that he’s gay. So, as embarrassing as it was for me, I could eventually leave and get out of there, while this guy still had to address the obvious with his roommate. But from what I heard the roommate had no issues with anything.

In hindsight, this story is much more funny than embarrassing, and it really isn’t that crazy of a story. If I had been naked, then that would have made for a juicier story. Regardless, it was an awkward morning for me. Moral of the story: don’t offer to do the dishes OR make sure to wear more clothing if the person you’re dating has a roommate.