One Clear Dot

I watched most of the first season of ‘Rock of Love’, because one of my good friends and I would get on the phone and watch the episodes together. Our running commentary was what kept me entertained, but when it came down to the show itself, and the almost too pathetic to look at Bret Michaels, there was nothing compelling enough to make me want to watch any of the second season.

Well, there was that bizarre scene where Michaels is about to go into a diabetic coma and is begging the girl he is riding the dune buggy with to stop the vehicle, but she just drives blissfully and selfishly one. That was some compelling TV.

Plus, I was always dismayed at the fact that the girls on the show were so dirty looking I could almost smell the cigarette smoke, stale beer, and cheap Jean Nate perfume right through the cathode ray tubes of my TV. In fact, the funk almost knocked the set of the tv wall mount.

The first season ended badly. The winner actually already had a boyfriend, so Michaels was tossed aside in a humiliating reunion show. The guy might always look like he has been eating pork chop with his hands behind his back, but I still felt sorry for him as he faced the awkward situation with stunning discomfort.

Rumor has it that with the winner of the second season, he has found TLA (true love always, for those of you who have been out of junior high too long).

But wait, it’s not over. There will be a third season and Bon Jovi guitarist Ritchie Sambora will step in as the new dirty boy. Sambora might be just the right man for the job. We have to remember that he was married to Heather Locklear and then went on to date her best fiend, Denise Richards. Classy guy, huh?

Posted on May 3rd, 2008 by onecleardot
Filed under: Entertain Me