Tonight I found myself fascinated by one of the lamest shows ever aired on television. America’s Next Top Model.
Oh My Goodness. I’ve seen a lot of lame shows in my life, and this one takes the cake. So why, you ask, did I sit and watch it? Well, I’m glad you asked. I tuned to the channel just in time to see this girl get drunk and hop into the sack with some Italian guy in Milan. Just, hopped right in after knowing him for 2 hours.
Aside from the general slutiness and grossness of the whole incident, this girl also happened to have a boyfriend of 4 years that was completely in love with her. She was “lonely.” Lonely. And drunk. And a slut. Slut Slut Slut.
I haven’t got much respect for people that take their REAL relationships lightly. If it’s a bad relationship, get out of it. Don’t cheat. If it’s a good relationship and you still want to cheat, you should really do your partner a favor and dump them. It’s the least you can do. At least let them get along with their lives.
Anyhow, back to this girl. As soon as she did it, I thought to myself “Gosh, I hope that boyfriend rips her a new one, and I’m sure that it won’t happen, since guys are usually whipped.” I was pleasantly surprised by his initial response, which was loosely translated “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you threw away 4 years for one tumble, you stupid beeotch.” It showed self-respect, and I respect that.
Drunk is NEVER an excuse. You CHOSE to drink, you stupid moron! Loneliness is not an excuse. If you’re lonely, SO IS YOUR PARTNER, DUMMY!
Sadly the boyfriend ended up taking her back, but she lost the contest, so at least there was a little bit of karmic justice.
But here’s the thing… I’ve been cheated on. It was the most miserable feeling EVER, and she definitely did not deserve to have me after that (and didn’t) and probably deserved to die a slow painful death involving acid and paper cuts.
But I’m not bitter, because I have the most perfect girlfriend in the world now. Jenna.