I try to keep these posts lighthearted. The blog is called Bro Loves Bachelor, after all. But after watching Brooks say goodbye to Des tonight, I think I'll save the comedy for tomorrow. Let's take a moment for the Mullet Man, and a moment for Des. We've all been there, and it sucks.
I've talked about why we love the Bachelor in previous posts. We love it because of the characters—the heroes, villains, jokers, and damsels in distress. We search for pieces of ourselves in the Bachelor or Bachelorette and in each of the contestants. We laugh when they make fools of themselves, judge them when they act despicably, and get that nice feeling inside that comes from watching two people make a true connection. The Bachelor lets you feel everything.
We love the competition. We love the week-to-week narrative pitting contestants against each other for the ultimate prize—another person's affection. Maybe it's not real affection. Maybe it's just sugar candy manufactured for the cameras, destined to melt away once the red light blinks out.
I say who cares. Go ahead and let yourself get a little lost in it.
Most of all, we love the love. This season was stuffed with drama, but lacked love. The one man Des saw a future with didn't see one with her.
That's the biggest gut punch. There's no winner this year, and there's always a winner. There's no riding off into the sunset, no championship ring. Just a heartbroken girl and a guy who did the right thing. More often than not, that's what it comes down to. But it's not what we expect from The Bachelor.
Is the season over? Pretty much. Did Des get what she wanted? Nope, not even close.
But if I were her, I'd keep my head held high. These are the moments that define a person's character—more so than saying "I love you" in a tropical paradise ever could.
Des said that she's done this alone her whole life. She'll have to do it a little bit longer. But hey, character doesn't quit, and I bet you that when she wakes up, the only direction she's looking is forward.
Even if that brave face is covering up a lot of hurt.
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