My second favorite Monday night show to watch is The Bachelor (second to Vanderpump Rules, of course!). The entire time I was watching the finale, all I could think was how romantic it was that Chris was forced to pick Whitney even though he was actually in love with Becca but couldn't pick her because she essentially dumped him in the fantasy suite by saying that she did not love him and that there was no way in hell she would move to Arlington-The-Mall-Is-70-Miles-Away-And-The-Only-Place-To-Buy-Coffee-Is-From-A-Creepy-Guy-Brewing-It-In-His-Backyard-Every-Morning, USA. I love when love works out.