Jerry Springer meets The Bachelor

I have no problem admitting that I am a reality TV fan and have been for the past 10 years or so. It all started with Survivor which I watched faithfully until I went to college and devoted all of my time to homework (yeah right).
Freshman year Elizabeth introduced me to The Bachelor. I would follow each season, but not actually watch every episode...I wasn't completely sold on the show. But that all changed when DeAnna became the bachelorette on season 12. I was a big fan of Jason from the beginning of that season and I was so sad for him when he made it to the final two, got down on one knee to propose, and then got rejected.
Naturally I was extremely excited that he was going to be the bachelor on season 13...HOLY COW! That explains it all. Season 13. So unlucky. Going into the show I felt an attachment to Jason and I really wanted to see him find true love (ta-ruu wuv).
For the past ten weeks Ashlee and I have watched every minute of the TWO hour long episodes with our neighbors. In the beginning we were all cheering for Molly and Jillian. A few weeks into it, we started to like Melissa as well. We realized that we misjudged her (she was a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader) and we thought that she would be great for Jason.
A few weeks later, a friend of mine who worked with Molly in Minnesota once upon a time, told me that she isn't quiet the angelfacedgirlnextdoor that she appears to be. Apparently she is a bit of a Loose Lips Lucy. After learning this piece of inside information, we were 100% team Melissa.
So. Final two. Molly and Melissa. Molly steps out of the limo first. Sweet success this means he picked Melissa. He proposes to Melissa with a fatty Neil Lane ring. She says yes. Love lalalala. Barf.
Six weeks later. Not six months. Six weeks. Six weeks later the idiot decides that he made the wrong decision. The chemistry just isn't there anymore. OK fine. Imagine that. After ten weeks of amazing paid for and planned by ABC dates including helicopter rides and trips to New Zealand you aren't feeling the spark over the phone while living in different cities. Again...OK fine. You made the wrong decision. What's the best way of correcting this mistake? Apparently in Jason's world the best way to fix this boo-boo is to bring them both to the ABC studio, fill the room with candles and roses, and sit down to hash it out with Chris Harrison mediating/provoking.
After not seeing each other for weeks Melissa comes into the studio and the three of them sit down and Jason says something along the lines of, "You are boring and I can't stop day dreaming about how great life would be with that other chick. I'm just not that into you. Can I get that ring back?"
Melissa, bless her heart, was completely blindsided, but said all of the right things. It was a total You've Got Mail moment. She knew exactly what she wanted to say and she said it. You know...the zingers.
Best part of the three hour drama fest happened when Chris stands up at the end of the breakup and says, "Well, I'll leave you two alone to say goodbye." Wow...wow. Maybe they should have been alone for the whole thing. And not on National TV. Classy.
Exit Melissa.
Enter Plan B...I mean Molly.
Chris and Molly sit down to talk about how the feelings never went away...wait. You mean to tell me that you were "in love" with someone and you didn't get over it in six weeks? Weird. But she really hopes that he's found happiness...blah, blah, blah. Let's bring Jason out.
"Oh Molly. I made the wrong choice. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Hells yes! I forgive you right this second." Kiss, kiss.
"Wanna get some coffee or get married?"
"Sure that sounds great." Kiss, kiss.

This is what I get for being a reality TV junky. I wish I could honestly say that I will never watch an episode of The Bachelor/Bachelorette, but that would be a lie. Especially if Jillian is the next Bachelorette.

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, strike three.