With another boringly entertaining episode of The Bachelorette minutes away, I want to make loyal and potential viewers aware that there is possibly a ghost guy haunting the group dates and rose ceremonies.
The next time you watch a pack of loutish bachelors compete for the hand of the single parent southern belle, look for the guy with the goofy long locks and permanent guitar strap slumped posture who has not said one single word to Emily or the camera since the show aired. Sometimes he sneaks into a shot with a super feminine, super sweaty Adidas headband and a smile that even a mother could learn to loath.
This is the perfect amount of reality and ghost hunting to satisfy the somewhat curious soul. If ghost guy does not speak up this week I am going to have to launch a full-blown paranormal assault on this lost soul.