I never thought I'd bond with someone else over "The Bachelorette," but that's what happened with my apartmentmate Jacqui, sometime over the five years we've lived together. This Monday was our last occasion to sit on the couch and grumble about the show together, since she'll move out over the weekend. I'll miss her, and these sessions. We'd criticize the Bachelorette's eyebrows (always overplucked), voice (usually too shrill), depth of character (if present at all), and share our amazement that such a creature was considered attractive. Jacqui once likened the two of us to the Statler and Waldorf muppets, trashing the show! It was good sport, and ultimately, very confidence-building to deconstruct the Bachelorette with my roommate, whose courage and level-headedness in the world of dating inspired me. I got out there, and after two years of as many speed dates, singles mixers, and online dating services I could endure, I've found a good man (and he's found me). Thanks, Jacqui, for being a great apartmentmate, counselor, cat fancier, gourmand, and friend.
