You know in elementary school how there is the “hottest guy” that every girl wants? He isn’t really that hot but for some reason every girl fights over him? He secretly tells each girl he likes them and “asks them out”. They ride home on their Razor scooter and throw themselves on their bed and start dreaming of the perfect candy poster that he will bring them because they are so in love. The day dream will of course be backed up to the song, “Why Can’t I” by Liz Phair. You run to the computer to get on AIM only to be greeted by a message, “Hey Hottie” from your new boyfriend. Immediately after you edit your “info” and at the very bottom put **** , which of course stands for your new boyfriends name. You watch him play kickball at recess and you wear your cutest Limited Too shirt.. because, well, you have to dress to impress when you are the hottest guys girlfriend. You also make sure to feed your giga pet on time in front of him so he KNOWS you’ll be a good mom one day. Then slowly but surely all the girls start to find out about the other and the uninviting from birthday parties begins. You angrily break up with him and bawl your sorry eyes out when reality is: you had maybe two minutes of human interaction with him. The rest was you day dreaming about him and thinking youre in love just because everyone else is.
THAT is what the bachelor is to me.
He is such a slut. Must he kiss mack on every girl and pretend to be in love with all of them? Then all the girls bawl as if they were actually in love with a human they spoke to twice.
It’s kind of ridiculous… but I love it so much.
(and sometimes it works out.. TRISTA AND RYAN! and Molly and Jason )
normally I try not to call people Transy Vultures.. but… well….
Looks like someone dipped their face in a dorritos bag and got a little bleach happy afterwards…
nah.. now that is just rude Amber.
Is it though?