Free I Didn't Come Here to Make Friends by Courtney Robertson Page A

kind of reminded me of my first boyfriend, Jono. On one episode Ben got to ride mopeds with Ashley through the streets of Taiwan and I was actually a little jealous.
    Four months into my relationship with Cavan, I started to pull away. The more I watched The Bachelorette, the more I realized that Cavan wasn’t the right man for me. I wanted a guy more like Ben. As I lost interest in Cavan, he started to lose his cool. He got really possessive and obsessive and would text me constantly when I was out. The final straw came when I went to a Victoria’s Secret party and he barraged me with a dozen messages. I couldn’t deal anymore and broke up with him. After it was over, he’d call me crying and bombard my landline fifty times in a row.
    Only weeks later Jesse popped back up in my life, “bumping into me” at my gym, curiously right after I changed my Facebook status back to “single.”
    “Well, well, well,” I said. “Look who’s here.”
    “I was hoping I’d see you,” he admitted shamelessly, like he always did. He said he’d lost my phone number after a jealous girlfriend deleted all the female contacts in his phone.
    “Oh no, not again!” the gym’s juice-bar girl cried, rolling her eyes. She’d seen this all before.
    And darn it if she wasn’t right. Jesse and I fell right back into it. This time, he seemed different. Instead of partying, we strolled through the Century City mall together, ate at Pink Taco, and he even went to see chick flicks like Sex and the City 2 with me. But sadly, a leopard never really changes its spots. One weekend I went out of town, to Arizona again for the love of God, and Jesse called me and said he was in Palm Springs for a boys’ weekend playing golf. He was heading back to L.A. and wanted to take me to dinner as soon as I returned home. It was so sweet of him to check in, right? Wrong.
    He wasn’t even in Palm Springs! At the same time Jesse called me, I got a text from a friend, who’d spotted him in Venice Beach with a girl. I Google imaged Jesse and pictures instantly popped up on TMZ.com of him straddling some chick in a park. “This is PDL—public display of lust!” the caption read. “Jesse Metcalfe reminded us of his existence by tongue-wrestling this skyscraper of a blonde at Venice Beach. The couple had a roll in the green that left Jesse feeling a little too sexy for his shirt, apparently.”
    That was the final straw. All three of the men I considered the loves of my life had used me and/or betrayed me. None of them—not Chris, not Dylan, not Jesse—had any intention of ever marrying me. And I wouldn’t have wanted to marry any of them anyway. They all had major character flaws.
    Were there any nice guys on the planet who actually wanted to get married?
    Ben Flajnik. I felt strangely connected to him. By this point in The Bachelorette season it was obvious to me that Ashley was more in love with J. P. Rosenbaum and would probably end up with him. The tabloids were already saying that J. P. won and that Ben might be the next Bachelor.
    After being heartbroken about Jesse for about ten minutes, I decided I wanted revenge. I went back into my e-mail inbox and found the address for the producer of The Bachelor . I knew the show would start shooting really soon after The Bachelorette finale, so I wrote and said I hoped it wasn’t too late, but I was single again.
    A producer wrote me right back: “Can you come in tomorrow?”
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    KEEPING IT REAL
    How to Throw the Best Viewing Party
    by Rachel Robertson
As an ultimate fan of the Bachelor and Bachelorette franchise (I have watched every episode since the show’s inception), one of my favorite things to do during the season is to get my girlfriends together and watch the show. Here are my top five tips for throwing the most dramatic viewing party in Bachelor/Bachelorette history.
1.Nicknames Are Key Especially early on, it is hard to tell the contestants apart and remember who is who. I recommend you