Dear Casey S,
Who do you think you are? Seriously. This is the Bachelor. This isn't a joke. This is where real people come looking for real love. This is a format that, after 16 seasons has produced one marriage, one couple who lived together for a while and one case of domestic abuse. Ok? This shit is real.
This this is not your private therapy session, Casey S. This is not a where you bide your time as you figure out what's happening between you and Michael. This is where you come for love, real love with intentions as pure as the glacier Kasey Kahl was abandon on. This is where you come for helicopter rides, concerts for two and when you want to lose your shit when you walk into a hotel lobby. This is a place of spelunking, honeymoon suites, appearing in the Lion King and trivializing South American indigenous culture. What part of this makes it seem like a joke to you? The only joke is you. Get in that minivan in bare feet and never, ever let me see you again.*
*We'll discuss this more at Women Tell All.
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