Here’s a thing about me: I love a good love story, especially someone else’s. I like the simple ones that make me go ‘Awww’ and feel a little melty inside. I like the complicated ones that almost don’t happen, the ones that take lots of wine to tell and leave me feeling like I’ve run a marathon after listening to them, the ones best told in a small group where the listeners become a Greek chorus intoning incredulous ‘I can’t believe he….’ and indignant ‘No, she didn’t!’ I like the ones that are crazy roller coasters that leave your hair a mess - rough in the telling with a satisfying ending.
But if I’ve learned anything from reality tv, and believe me, I’ve logged hours to get these life lessons, it’s that love ain’t always so neat and easy. Sometimes that happy ending can be hard to find. Sometimes it takes about eight weeks, with lots of dating and heartfelt conversations that are open and real, to figure out what someone is truly made of and whether or not they’re ready to be someone’s person.
Every Monday night I have a date with hot buttered popcorn, a cold beer, and people just looking for love. Real love. True love. Lasting love. The kind that can only be found in eight or nine weeks. Fake real love that may or may not last. Bachelor Nation kind of love. It’s so compelling.
These beautiful people, all with bosses who allow them to walk away from their busy lives as Influencers or models or flight attendants, always seem to know the right thing to say. It’s almost like they have a script. They’re all so incredibly vulnerable and are there for all the right reasons. Except for the ones that aren’t and if they aren’t, we will hear about it. (Cue video confessionals and hot mics). Sometimes they have a hard time opening up to others, although they know, for sure, that their husband or wife is in the room with them at that very moment. They just have to trust the process and keep their hearts open.
There’s drama to dwell on for days and if I miss anything, Reality Steve and People magazine have me covered.
It’s a bit like watching a train wreck, but I'm rooting for fake real love every time.
But if I’ve learned anything from reality tv, and believe me, I’ve logged hours to get these life lessons, it’s that love ain’t always so neat and easy. Sometimes that happy ending can be hard to find. Sometimes it takes about eight weeks, with lots of dating and heartfelt conversations that are open and real, to figure out what someone is truly made of and whether or not they’re ready to be someone’s person.
Every Monday night I have a date with hot buttered popcorn, a cold beer, and people just looking for love. Real love. True love. Lasting love. The kind that can only be found in eight or nine weeks. Fake real love that may or may not last. Bachelor Nation kind of love. It’s so compelling.
These beautiful people, all with bosses who allow them to walk away from their busy lives as Influencers or models or flight attendants, always seem to know the right thing to say. It’s almost like they have a script. They’re all so incredibly vulnerable and are there for all the right reasons. Except for the ones that aren’t and if they aren’t, we will hear about it. (Cue video confessionals and hot mics). Sometimes they have a hard time opening up to others, although they know, for sure, that their husband or wife is in the room with them at that very moment. They just have to trust the process and keep their hearts open.
There’s drama to dwell on for days and if I miss anything, Reality Steve and People magazine have me covered.
It’s a bit like watching a train wreck, but I'm rooting for fake real love every time.