Last night's Bachelor finale felt like the meanest trick anyone has ever played on me.
If you've been following my blog for awhile, you know that I loved Jason from DeAnna's season and was thrilled to learn that he was the next Bachelor. I've also pegged Melissa as my favorite since the very first episode. So to watch him propose, her scream out of delight, and all of them jump in the pool was very gratifying. Sure, it's just television, but I'm a hopeless romantic and I live for this stuff. I actually said, "I'm so happy" out loud as I watched the two of them declare their lifelong love to one another.
Five minutes later, my jaw literally hung open as Jason said that six weeks after the finale, the chemistry was gone, it wasn't working, and he was still in love with Molly. It was painful to watch. I hate you, Jason Mesnick. I hate you for doing this to such a wonderful girl. I even watched your interview on Jimmy Kimmel last night to confirm my feelings that you are one hell of an SOB and not the man I thought you were.
And I hate you too, ABC. Don't think I didn't notice the convenient product placement. It's awfully easy to step it up from Tacori to Neil Lane when you know you're getting the ring back, bastards.
My solution to all of this is that Jeremy Anderson from DeAnna's season and Melissa should get together. Bad things happen to good people and they both live in Dallas, so why not?