The Bachelor

I love to watch The Bachelor. I really don't know why. Besides The Bachelor, the only other reality show I like is American Idol (which is my absolute fav). I really don't enjoy all the back biting. I don't enjoy the girls who act like ditzes or fools or when they have a melt down. Or do I? I must like something. I think I just like the romantic journey. Honestly, I like The Bachelorette better when the woman has the choice and I can step into her shoes. I wouldn't want to be one of the bachelorettes vying for one bachelor. My feelings would be hurt too badly were I eliminated. A lot of these women act as if they don't know they'll most likely be eliminated and that that's part of the game. Same with American Idol. Not only would it hurt to be eliminated, but probably embarrassing, to be shot down in front of a world-wide audience. It's hard enough to be rejected in private. I don't like watching other people's misery. I don't think. So why do I like this? I am enjoying watching the romantic slow dancing under the moon light right now. My hubby always groans, moans, and frowns when I turn this on. Same with American Idol, but worse with this. But then he'll make comments about the contestants. Right now he's holding his fingers in his ears while this woman is singing to the bachelor. I don't blame him this time. How embarrassing. I wouldn't go on a normal date and sing to him. How weird! But I don't feel sorry for my hubby. Except for these two shows, he controls the TV the rest of the time. In fact, he usually turns the station without asking me if I'm watching the show. So, he can moan and groan and scowl all he wants. It's my turn. Oh! And I'd like to nominate the next bachlor. It's time for a really good vampire or werewolf bachelor. *** Oh no! I just heard a news clip. A high school student died during plastic surgery. It was only a teaser about the upcoming news so I don't have the details. I feel sorry for her and her family. It also worries me about my (possible) upcoming surgery (STILL up in the air). A man I worked with died during elective surgery recently, too. Of course, he was in his late 60s or early 70s. I've been through 10-20 surgeries, more than most, and I'm still here. So I'm not abnormally scared of surgery. Although I am beginning to wonder if there's a reason the surgery this week seems like a real long shot. Maybe I shouldn't be pushing it. Maybe it's not meant to be, and I'd be better off without it. But then, we never know what will happen. I could get hit by a car if I don't go to surgery. About twenty - twenty five years ago, we had an appointment to see our attorney. Unfortunately, our car had problems and so we couldn't make it. That very day, a few minutes before our appointment time, there was a horrible accident around the corner, an accident we very likely could have been caught in. A Hess gas truck stalled on the train tracks and of course a train hit it. Not only did the truck explode and kill the truck driver, but it caused a huge fireball that killed the people in about 5-8 cars stuck in traffic behind it. It was horrible. When the car wouldn't work, I felt bad. I was mad. I was sad. But in the end, we were definitely better off not being able to go. In fact, of course, I'm very happy we weren't there.