Every week I tell myself that I’m not going to discuss The Bachelor, but y’all it is just too good. I wasn’t sure that tonight could possibly have anything more entertaining than last weeks’ drunken debacle but then, oh then came Erica with her explanation of how “Agnes” understands her so well because Erica speaks English with an Italian accent.
I am not lying when I say that I almost fell off my bed from laughing so hard.
So good news everyone, you can plan that trip to Venice and as long as you add a few vowels to the end of your words and don’t use any prepositions…the locals will totally understand you.
Just think of all the money you’ll save from not having to sign up for those Berlitz classes!
You can imagine my sadness when Erica was sent home, but at least she didn’t disappoint and continued to plead her sad, pampered life case through the window of the limo. I was delighted to see that she will be back next week. Y’all know that ABC wasn’t going to easily let go of that level of crazy.
There was also a moment at the beginning of the show tonight where the “Prince” had a one on one date with Jamie. They completely recreated the entire opera date scene from Pretty Woman complete with red dress and borrowed jewels. She and the “Prince” arrived at a gorgeous Italian opera house for a private concert. Even in the comfort of my own home, the whole thing made me want to crawl under the covers, which is one of the reasons I could never be on The Bachelor (the other reasons being that I am married and have a 3 year old).
I am not a fan of over the top romantic gestures especially not from people I barely know. I realize that some women love it and once upon a time I thought I wanted big romantic gestures, but then something happened.
My junior year in college there was this boy who was apparently a little infatuated with me. I will say in my defense that we were friends and I didn’t completely realize that he was trying to upgrade his status from just friend to boyfriend.
He told me one night that he had a surprise for me and drove me out to a local lake. As we walked up, I noticed he had made a little bonfire and he handed me a rose. Then, he took out his guitar and began to sing a love song that was actually a fairly popular song at the time but replaced the girl’s name in the song with my name.
I sat there holding this rose and listening to him sing and it was like I was having an out of body experience. I had never felt more awkward and truly I just wanted to throw one of us into the fire to make the singing stop. Please. make. the. singing. stop.
Sometimes, late at night, I can still hear the singing.
Because how do you respond to someone singing a song that you really used to like until you heard it sung with your name in it?
I don’t know. I don’t know now and I didn’t know then.
I’d like to blame my reaction on my 20 year old immaturity, but deep down I know that if you put me in that situation tomorrow I would have the same reaction which is why I am married to someone whose idea of romance is to save me the last chocolate chip cookie. And that, is what true love is all about.