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Fri Jan 13, 2006

Lessons From "The Bachelor": Don't Say 'My Eggs Are Rotting'

I'm not a regular or even semi-regular viewer of The Bachelor, but I have to admit that I did watch the first few minutes of the show the other evening. And yes, I admit that the eye candy of beautiful young women in sexy dresses caught my eye long enough to make me pause from my search for one of the 137 episodes of Law and Order that were running at the same time. So sue me.

The next morning I learned that one of the lovelies was a local doctor, a 33 year-old young woman who is apparently just a little obsessed with making babies before her biological clock strikes midnight and her ovaries turn into pumpkins. When she laid this out for the dude in the TV show who is the object of desire for 25 young women attempting to win his affection(and don't I know what a burden that can be) she became the first contestant given the old heave-ho.

Well. Can't say as I blame the guy. Here you meet an nice, attractive, and accomplished woman and the first thing she tells you is that she sees the two of you spooning pablum into the mouths of a troop of screaming infants, and that she wants that to happen right now, dammit.

I didn't see that part of the show, but it sounds like the bachelor dude ran from this woman as fast as humanly possible. Somehow I picture his legs spinning in a wild circular motion ala Wiley Coyote. Not to mention the fact that if a woman tells you something on, in, or near her body is "rotting", well, let's just say that it's not exactly the kind of thing you want to hear on a date.

But not to worry. Thanks to the power of the Internet Dr. Allie G. has her own website now, where she's attempting to cash in on her new-found fame for uttering the worst line ever spoken by a woman on a date. And for the ladies out there, apparently this means you can order your very own "My Eggs Are Rotting" T-shirt. That's sure to reel them in.

The Palm Beach Post has the full story on their website, along with some practical tips from the author of "Smart Man Hunting" (now there's a title for you liberated ladies) on the things that women should absolutely not do on a date.

I wonder if advertising on your web site that you want a man who is "Tall, slender but athletic, has a good butt, is outgoing, romantic, thoughtful, compassionate, personable, witty and makes me laugh" as Dr. Allie G. does is on the do or don't list?

Posted: Jan 13, 06 | 5:26 am |

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