The year is 2002. I'm sitting in front of a TV along with a group of girls excited to watch a new reality TV show that's come on air. There are twenty-some beautiful women all trying to win the love of a successful Harvard grad (who happened to be both homecoming king and valedictorian of his high school as well). Over the course of 7 weeks, he dates the women, gives roses to the ones he'd like to keep and in the end, chooses the woman he ultimately wants to marry -- aka the winner of The Bachelor.
Thirteen years later, the show is still steadily bringing in an average of 8 million viewers per episode (myself being one of them!). And so, I dedicate this post to my favorite Monday night guilty pleasure, The Bachelor.