Bachelor stalked by psychos....
So, what's the deal with psycho women these days? Are they all so desperate for a boyfriend that they'll do literally anything to get noticed? I mean, my life has turned into soap opera since I signed on for this whole Bachelor gig, and most of that is because these women pull out all the stops to get a little bit of attention. Lying, back biting, name calling - the friggen list is endless - and I just don't get it. Don't they realize that if they act like a psycho I'm gonna run as far and as fast in the other direction as I can go?
Last night was a disaster, and I don't want to go into the details, it's just too embarassing. But I got a chance to talk to Gil and he calmed me down, pointed out just how ridiculous the whole mess was and generally just made me feel a whole lot better about everything.
I don't know where I stand with him anymore. A couple of months ago, if you'd ask me what we were and where we were going I could've given you a pretty pat answer and been reasonably sure that I was on the money. Now I don't know anymore. I made some pretty stupid decisions and in the process maybe ruined one of the most important friendships I had. I mean, you can't blame the guy for being wary. I fucked up and looking back on it, I can see why he wouldn't really trust me now. What can I say, at the time it seemes like a good idea and I just didn't think of what the consequences of my actions would be. I mean, hell, it's a tv show! Everyone has a good time, no one gets hurt, I get a regular paycheck and I get some publicity out of it. Yes, I had to sign a contract saying that I wouldn't 'publicly' get involved in a serious relationship until after the final ep has aired. But that shouldn't be such a big deal. Except I didn't realize just how far the network would go when checking up on me. And it never occurred to me how hard it would be to keep something like that a secret. Hell, Jerry does it. His private life is one of the best kept secrets in Hollywood. But, as was recently pointed out to me by a studio head, Jerry's private life is separate from his public persona. But my private life is the show. Funny how that never even crossed my mind. Maybe I just still don't get the whole fascination with unscripted tv. Whatever.
And I still have a hangover. I went to the gym for a while yesterday afternoon, and I'd planned to spend last night soaking in the hot tub, but my plans were changed for me and I never did get the soak. And instead of my nice quiet evening of recuperation I got to be a sideshow at a three ring circus. So the headache is still lingering around the edges. Not bad, but it's there. So naturally Jerry and the elf have been as noisy as possibly. But Orlando did bring the rum. I never realized just how many different flavors of rum there were in the world. This trip I think he managed at least one bottle of every flavor, so I'm gonna do a little recipe experimentation. Be prepared guys, there will be daqueries of every type and color today. And pina coladas. I even went out and got a bunch of those funky little umbrellas for the drinks. So tonight should be fun.
I need to hop in the shower real quick and I need to get out of the housekeeper's way before she chases me out with her broom, so I'm outta here.
And as an FYI for anyone the plans to come:
Pool Party tonight
Casa OConnell
6PM PST (maybe a little earlier)
just hit one of us up for an invite
Last night was a disaster, and I don't want to go into the details, it's just too embarassing. But I got a chance to talk to Gil and he calmed me down, pointed out just how ridiculous the whole mess was and generally just made me feel a whole lot better about everything.
I don't know where I stand with him anymore. A couple of months ago, if you'd ask me what we were and where we were going I could've given you a pretty pat answer and been reasonably sure that I was on the money. Now I don't know anymore. I made some pretty stupid decisions and in the process maybe ruined one of the most important friendships I had. I mean, you can't blame the guy for being wary. I fucked up and looking back on it, I can see why he wouldn't really trust me now. What can I say, at the time it seemes like a good idea and I just didn't think of what the consequences of my actions would be. I mean, hell, it's a tv show! Everyone has a good time, no one gets hurt, I get a regular paycheck and I get some publicity out of it. Yes, I had to sign a contract saying that I wouldn't 'publicly' get involved in a serious relationship until after the final ep has aired. But that shouldn't be such a big deal. Except I didn't realize just how far the network would go when checking up on me. And it never occurred to me how hard it would be to keep something like that a secret. Hell, Jerry does it. His private life is one of the best kept secrets in Hollywood. But, as was recently pointed out to me by a studio head, Jerry's private life is separate from his public persona. But my private life is the show. Funny how that never even crossed my mind. Maybe I just still don't get the whole fascination with unscripted tv. Whatever.
And I still have a hangover. I went to the gym for a while yesterday afternoon, and I'd planned to spend last night soaking in the hot tub, but my plans were changed for me and I never did get the soak. And instead of my nice quiet evening of recuperation I got to be a sideshow at a three ring circus. So the headache is still lingering around the edges. Not bad, but it's there. So naturally Jerry and the elf have been as noisy as possibly. But Orlando did bring the rum. I never realized just how many different flavors of rum there were in the world. This trip I think he managed at least one bottle of every flavor, so I'm gonna do a little recipe experimentation. Be prepared guys, there will be daqueries of every type and color today. And pina coladas. I even went out and got a bunch of those funky little umbrellas for the drinks. So tonight should be fun.
I need to hop in the shower real quick and I need to get out of the housekeeper's way before she chases me out with her broom, so I'm outta here.
And as an FYI for anyone the plans to come:
Pool Party tonight
Casa OConnell
6PM PST (maybe a little earlier)
just hit one of us up for an invite