Last night, I went up to bed at my normal bedtime of 9 pm. Because cool kids go to bed when the sun is still shining.
I turned on the TV and couldn't find anything on our 6 channels worth watching, but somehow ended up on the Bachelorette and watched boys get out of limos and try to make a good first impression on the lady.
It took everything I had not to vomit from the cheese and cornball antics.
When Andy came into the room, I explained what I had seen.
A: Really? No. They didn't do that.
J: Yes! Seriously, if I were that girl and half of those guys did that, I wouldn't be able to fake my interest. I'd just tell them to go home immediately.
A: If I were one of the guys, I'd get out of the car, shotgun a beer, throw the can at your feet, slap my ass and say "You know who I am."
Good thing I snatched him up before he could make his reality show debut.