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Have you been watching “The Bachelor”, the new reality pick-a-mate show?
31 year-old, handsome, Harvard/Stanford-educated Alex is offered up a bevy of 24 beauties. Through a series of dismissals he is now down to the final two. One is a blonde cheerleader, the other a blonde nanny with implants. Although just before writing this I checked the online stats and it no longer gives the women’s ages (29 and 22 if I remember correctly, and it now says the first one is a pediatric nurse and the other “Is staring a new business.)
How could something like this work?
Say you went to a club or a company picnic and you had 25 men to choose from, hell, make that 50. Now you get to date them and make dismissals and then choose THE ONE. Would that work?
No. Of course not.
So why would this teevee stunt work? And YIKES! It is to end in marriage. Love isn’t that easy to find. True love, I mean.
And this scheme is about winning, about appearing on teevee, and maybe about exploding an old life and beginning a new one. Love, no, how can it be in six dates while you are dating other people. Love is consuming. When you are in love you become blind to other possible mates.
Does the winning woman win? She gets to see and hear what he said to all of the other women. The other women will rag her out. And can this woman move to San Francisco to be with Alex? He will need to pick one of the women who doesn’t have a career or even a job. So many considerations.
And you can bet that the losing women will dog him out big time. Sour grapes sting. Get out your helmet Alex!
But this is the game. And I will take a guess at whom Alex will pick. I say…Amanda. Why? Because long ago during a group mud-bath date, Alex rinsed off Amanda and said she had a beautiful body. Attraction. Even if it is to a fake body.
You go to a teevee show, you get a fake mate. You go to a bar, you get a floozy. You go to Jamaica, you get a ClubMed hussy.
I pick up men at the Post Office (not the staff, the patrons), and at weddings. What does that mean? I have no idea.
I do know a man who met both his ex-wife and his new wife at the train station downtown. He must have wanted a commuter wife.
I also know a man who met his wife at a Metallica concert, now, three years later, she likes Barry Manilow.
P.S. If you can guess what appears in the about photo, you win a nickel!
