I posted here earlier that I can't stand The Bachelor.
It's not the actual bachelor that I have a problem with, or even the women desperately, shamelessy, and publicly trying to elbow each other out of the way and throw themselves at a 'catch.' (Ok, maybe it is a little bit the women.)
After tuning in for just 5 minutes or so of conversation in three different episodes, I have decided that I am just so many years past being out there that I have no stomach anymore for that self-conscious, superficial, awkward small talk that goes on during a first date. Or second date. Or however long it takes to get comfortable, if you ever get that far.
It's really un-sympathetic of me, just because my last first date was 16 years ago. (Ok, it was also my only first date.) My good friend Jill reminded me that if I could replay early conversations I had with my now-husband from back when we were beginning to date and flirt, that I would cover my face in horror and embarrassment, just as I did when I first tuned in to the bachelor. (Especially because we were 16 and stupid.)
She's right. I guess I have forgotten what that's like, to have to come up with things to talk about, to feign interest in what the other is saying, and to try to impress. Oh, wait--that's what we married people do when we manage to get a sitter and go out to dinner alone for a change!
Except the trying to impress. After 10 years, nothing about dressing up and going to a fancy restaurant will impress a spouse, let alone anything you say. No, the things that are more likely to make a big impression happen at home, like if my husband changed a diaper without prompting, or if I mowed the lawn while he was at work. (Neither has ever happened.)
So I guess I have nothing against this Navy doctor bachelor guy, or the ladies, er, women, he is 'courting.' They are just doing what we all have to do to get to know each other, albeit in a very unnatural context.
I told my friend Sarah Smiley that I was willing to guest-post on her blog about The Bachelor: An Officer and a Gentleman, but I just don't think I can. I will visit regularly, however, to read her insight, interviews, and commentary. She's about to publish her interview with Andy Baldwin himself. And my favorite post of hers addresses the real interest many military spouses have in this season, as they watch a Navy guy decide who might make a suitable Navy Wife. (And it's not all because she mentions my name in her post. ;-)
Well, he could bring his final pick to a duty station near any one of us! She could be in our Spouse Club. She could hand us a tissue on the pier. She could be the one (because there needs to be someone) who advises us against wearing a thigh-high skirt to Homecoming.
She could sit with us on the couch and watch future episodes of The Bachelor when our husbands are deployed!
Whoa . . . wrap your mind around that . . . .