The Bachelor is gorgeous, so why on Earth does one of the world's most beautiful people have to go begging on national TV to find a wife?
Doctor; navy guy; handsome; great family--loser at love?
Anyway, the only part of the 10-week series I saw was last night (I sorta watch TV while I'm grading papers) and it was obvious that he and the blonde (Bevin) had no chemistry at all. Maybe they had sex, but that's just biology, not chemistry. Everything was about her when they were together, and she summed up not being chosen as she rode off in the limo: this always happens to me!
Wah, wah, wah. Probably guys can see through the thin "great gal" veneer to the self-centered potential bitch lurking beneath the tanned surface.
But the dark-haired gal (Tessa) brought out his free spirit: his body relaxed, he smiled the most glorious, natural smile, he couldn't keep his hands off her--and she reciprocated. They just felt right, somehow. And when she gave him the collage of their time together, he jumped her and said a half dozen times: I love you, I freaking love you! It sorta gave away the ending ahead of the actual rose ceremony.
Anyhoo, he proposed; she accepted; life goes on.
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