I’ve got to be honest here.
I’m having a hard time getting into this one.
Watching these boys reminds me exactly why I never dated. I mean…other than the fact that I was never asked out by one…these guys are obnoxious. The machoism. The cockiness. The creep factor. The same freaking country song sang 5 times per episode by some dude who wants a record.
I can’t take it.
Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy the 6 week long love story and getting my hopes up every. time. that maybe, just MAYBE this one will really last. (and yes. I do do that.) I enjoy most of Jillian’s outfits. I enjoy watching the men call each other “cheese asses” and I enjoy the anticipation of a possible physical altercation.
But there’s something about this season that’s just not speaking to me. Oh I’ll watch it! For sure…but, I’m feeling distracted.
And I think this has something to do with it:
There’s just something about celebrities living in the jungle (is it even real?), yelling at each other, and competing that just has me hooked.
When Stephen Baldwin attempted to eat cow intestines and later said, “every time you bit it…it like…squirted…a little fart of…disgustingness”. I knew I couldn’t not watch.
I’m sure in time The Bachelorette will reel me back in, but for now I’m split.
