fireman: one. financial analyst: zero. ok ok, i'm a little slow on this bachelorette dealy. shame shame you know my name, blah blah. i caught the back three episodes though, in tonight's marathon, but i forced myself to turn it off before the last "giveaway" episode. (instead i called george for the answer to "who did trista pick?" because i figured she would know.) i didn't want to stick around for the final "heavily edited, sure to be heart wrenching" ending because (a) dude it's saturday night, i'm single and in my house alone, and i'm watching a bachelorette marathon. if that doesn't spell loser i must be using a different alphabet than you. and (b) i can't stand to watch a grown ass man get his little heart broken. sure, it's kind of okay to see girls cry on tv, it happens all the time. trista was rejected? whoever whoever was rejected? boohoo, i've seen girls cry. but dang man, to see one of these studmuffins break down in tears after a rejection? that my friend is too much for me. there's no crying in baseball!



but i realize the entire appeal of these reality dating/marrying shows is to see the rejection. do you really care who ends up with whom? it never lasts anyway. the thing to watch is people handling rejection. i'm not a raiderette? i'm not a laker girl? i'm not tough enough? i'm not the one?!? oh the pain and the agony. i've never gotten flat out rejected like that, to my face, in front of tv cameras. how do you react to something like that? most of my rejections have come slowly and ubiquitously. there's a sudden aha moment when i realize "hey, i'm a reject." but to have someone just tell you that to your face. dang man. hurts hurts. that's why i try not to overextend myself and expect acceptance into anything. clubs, girls, basketball games, social functions. set those bars low and keep that attitude nonchalant, it may not make for a great tv show but it certainly causes less drama. and it keeps the tears away, you know how important that is for big men like us. i mean, you.



another thing i've learned with ryan taking trista home. chicks dig poetry eh? or was it the hunky fireman thing?