To kick things off, I have a confession to make: I did not watch Brad Womack‘s previous season of The Bachelor. Three long years ago (500 million years in Internet time), when Brad was just an unknown bar owner from Texas lookin‘ for luv, I was into other stuff, like books, and being outside, and not spending two hours every week watching plastic-faced people talk about how amazing each other are. (Obviously, since then, things have changed, for me and for Brad. These days I‘ve burned all my books in my indoor fireplace, because I HATE being outside. And Brad hates himself!)
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