Super Bowl realization
The roomie and I are hooked on the Bachelorette. We anxiously await Monday evenings so we can watch this over-the-top romance reality play out.
I’m not proud of the fact that I’m addicted. I’m also not proud of the fact that sometimes I re-wind to watch Emily and Arie make-out a second time. (I’m single, just let me have this! Also, if you saw him kiss you might re-wind too. Just sayin’.)
Well last night the roomie and I found ourselves shouting at the TV, requesting instant playback and mocking the folks on the screen. We were enraged at how Emily was so blinded and that her choice was ridiculous. In the midst of all this my roomie stops, looks at me and says, “Do you think this is what it feels like for men to watch the Super Bowl?”
From now on I vow to stop making fun of men who shout at the TV on game day.