It finally happened, you guys.
After months of mercilessly ripping on Tim the Bachelor and his noble efforts to manage polygamous dating (along with daily serious beach thinking), I was finally given the opportunity to meet him in person.
Yep, last Friday (Valentine’s Day!) I had a date with Tim from The Bachelor. Well, a date with Tim and Anna, the girl who eventually reigned supreme during a romantic sunset in Thailand. But a date nonetheless.
At first I was kind of devo that I wasn’t offered a ride there in a helicopter and/or catamaran. Then I was especially disappointed that I was told to wait in a room with a table and chairs and not a magic love seat surrounded by sex candles.
And where the hell was the host, Osher to explain to me that I was doing an interview and an interview is when one person asks questions and another person answers them? I was about to contact whoever was in charge with a list of my grievances (who’s the CEO of Ten? Sandra Sully?), when Tim and Anna walked through the door.
I was a little floored. It was like meeting a real-life version of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.
Pleasantries were exchanged and things were perfectly lovely (and considering I basically spent three months calling referring to Tim as ‘muscles with a head’, it could’ve gone either way).
I asked him how he was, and he replied that he actually had a sore knee. Before I could even control the words coming out of my mouth, I asked him if it was sore because he’d been doing too much serious shirtless beach contemplation.