He's hot.... seriously. Roberto, on the right, is the official dork who got a wife from a TV show winner.
What this means is I've been watching the Bachelorette tonight.
Hi guys. Sporty Mama Says here and I'm a closet Bachelorette watcher. It's official.
Aren't I clever, waiting until now, the night of the finale, to admit my dirty secret?
And yet, it also means that I am one of those silly hopeless romantics. I love watching and feeling those OMG-I-really-like-this-person moments, fireworks, butterflies. I love rooting for the good guy, and I sure was okay with being irritated with Frank (the mean guy who broke Bachelorette's - and MY - heart).
Thus I say, to Frank: You Suck. To Roberto: don't let me down, you dark and handsome boy. To Chris (runner up): Spot #2 really does suck and you are a good, good man.
Phew. Glad I got that outta my system. I sure hope my cheesy, hopeless romantic DNA is in my kids too. There's a sweet hopefulness, a gentle innocence, in those qualities that is worth passing on.
The Bachelorette? OK, maybe not. Our future generation deserves more than a dorky TV show.
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