The Bachelor

And so the TV remote settled on the grand finale of The Bachelor. A reality show that would have a single fellow choosing from 25 women to ... Well I'm not really sure what happens after the "choice" is made.

The finale of this series was mesmerizing. And boring. And totally not believable.

So why did I watch?

At some point during this three hour melodrama my mind literally removed itself from my body and began floating above my head. Because as the reality of the bachelor's dilemma and the drama of all the players involved sunk in, I simply had to watch to see how a) maudlin, b) unbelievable or c) ridiculous the show would become.

The Bachelor, a fellow named Charlie, was down to two final contestants: Sarah and Krisily. Since I haven't followed the show I'm not real familiar with Charlie except his brother is some sort of actor. As for Charlie, he seemed a likeable enough guy, kind of cute, a little bit on the goofy side.

Sarah and Krisily, Charlie's final two choices, seemed to be intelligent types; attractive and happening women with a grip on reality.

Which is why I have no idea why they allowed themselves to be put through the ordeal that Charlie and the show's producers put them through.

For Charlie couldn't make up his mind. He alleged he adored both of the finalists but would need extra time to decide.

Right then and there, under a more normal scenario and without benefit of television drama requirements, I'd have walked away from that situation immediately.

I mean if a guy can't make up his mind and has two ladies stringing along, and BOTH ladies know about it, well I'd be hightailing away from this bizarre scene toot de sweet.

Which is not to say that I'd expect ole Charlie, or his equivalent during this Grandmother Blogger's dating era, to follow me. Nope. I'd be walking away because if a guy can't make up his mind between two women I'd flip him the bird and tell him to have at the other one.

Because who needs it? I always said men are like a bus. You miss one, another one will soon come along.

This is also not to say my heart would not be broken. This Grandmother Blogger has fallen for many a fellow who did not fall back. But I'd rather have a broken heart and my pride than a whole boatload of hope. Over a guy? Ain't gonna happen.

The Wise I would also be scared out of my mind to get involved with a guy under these circumstances. If he can't make up his mind now who's to say he won't change it later? Boom, we get in an argument and he calls up the "other" woman. Who loved him enough to humiliate herself by awaiting the final "decision" and would likely welcome him back with open arms.