Seven weeks ago, I sat in front of the TV and watched as a man I had never met before broke my heart into a million pieces.
The season finale of The Bachelor was a genuinely traumatic event that Australia wasn’t at all prepared for. I think we can agree that there were an inappropriate number of work absences the following day, and an embarrassing number of conversations taking place about how/why Richie Strahan could be so frivolous with the emotions of his audience.
Of course, the Channel Ten producers (those tricksters) had led us to believe that Nikki Gogan was unarguably the woman for Richie. She was bubbly and happy and funny, and she was the first woman to tell Richie she was falling in love with him. So when we saw Nikki’s shoe exit the first limousine (it’s always the first person to arrive who goes home – always), our reaction went something exactly like this:
NO.
NOPE.
"Maybe Channel Ten are mixing it up!" we thought. "Maybe JUST THIS ONCE the first person to arrive will be the one he chooses. Surely!"
But alas, it wasn't to be. And as Richie delivered his decision to Nikki, we experienced a range of (humiliatingly genuine) emotions. We tried to come to terms with the fact that we had been led on to believe A LIE for several weeks, but the fact is - we were hurt. We couldn't deal.
Today, I fear we might be victims of a similar experience on the season finale of The Bachelorette, and quite frankly, I don't have the emotional capacity to deal with this sh*t.
Over the last few weeks, Australia has fallen madly in love with Matty J. It's a scientific fact that the more we watch him, the more attractive he becomes, and last night he had a very heated session in the pool with Georgia Love that gave us sexy feelings.