I can't believe I have to wait another week to see the final episode of "The Bachelor." My neighbor Francis calls the show "evil" and everyone on it "skanky hoes" - even the guy. But I know that they're just regular people trying to find The One. Freud said that all there is "love and work." And if someone is going to pay them to have private and intimate moments while on their search, then that's really killing two birds with one stone. I feel so sad for the poor girl who gets rejected.
It would have been nice if the guy came up with different things to say to each of them instead of "When I'm with you, all I can think about is you." Won't the girl he picks eventually watch the tapes and figure out that she got a canned line? I guess true love doesn't demand originality.