I'm Going to Marry a Kirk

Reality television is the farthest thing from real. Thanks to DVR my sister and I have wasted the an entire day watching episodes of this season's The Bachelorette. Although I think the show builds an unrealistic future for the already fragile concept of "dating," I do find it highly entertaining. The idea that someone can find "The One" from 25 guys picked via auditions is ridiculous to me. It is a little desperate. If you can't find love in the real world, how are you gonna find it with cameras shoved in your face? Despite my cynicism I am an avid Bachelorette viewer. Laur and I are a little silly sometimes . Of the boys I've concluded that Kirk is probably my favorite. Laurie told me I'm going to marry a Kirk. I took that as a I'm going to marry the good looking, clever, cheesy, weirdo type. If that's what she meant then I'll take it! I want to wear matching sweaters and feed ducks in Iceland. Wow. I need a life. However it was a great way to spend my only day off. I love my roommate. And the silly things we do. Living with her is exactly what I needed this summer. I needed evenings spent on the couch watching our shows. I needed snow cone runs at the green truck. I needed spur-of-the-moment drives to higher ground in search of fireworks. I needed late night talks on her oversize bed. I love summer. And Laur Bar.