Published by admin at August 14, 2017 On April 25, 2002, my pimply, pudgy, frizzy-haired high school self sat sobbing in my living room alongside my mom and two best girlfriends. The four of us were inconsolable. Heartbroken. Wadded up tissues littered the floor. It was the finale of The Bachelor, and Alex Michel had just rejected Trista Rehn in a heart-breaking final rose ceremony. Since the hit ABC show premiered in 2002, I have yet to miss a season. I take the highs and the heartbreaks personally. Chris Harrison is my friend. I treat each season finale as the Superbowl of love, with themed viewing parties featuring finger foods, booze, and play-by-play commentary. I could never have imagined my love for the show transitioning from onscreen to real life, until….. Last week, 15 years after I first tuned in to The Bachelor, I found myself sitting alongside Nick Viall, the star of the show’s twenty-first season […]