I can still remember the moment I fell hard for VH1’s reality rocker dating show, “Rock of Love,” starring Poison frontman Bret Michaels. I somehow missed season 1 and 2, pretty much the same way I failed to embrace skinny jeans for the first couple years they were around.
But then one fateful evening, I caught an episode of season 3. One of the contestants, a very wasted Kelsey (us sharing the same name is just a flattering coincidence) yelled out, “I can’t be the first girl to ever get drunk and lay on a speed bump.”
Apparently, Bret couldn’t handle a chick who spooned with speed bumps while intoxicated so Kelsey’s tour ended right there.
But this Kelcey stayed on for the rest of the ride.
In last night’s finale, Moody Mindy lost out to the Penthouse Pet Taya. I was personally rooting for Mindy. Mindy proved to be a terrible singer in one of the challenges and given that my 4 year-old can carry a tune better than I can, I felt a special kinship. Or maybe I was just somehow brainwashed by her deep Southern drawl.
“Rock of Love” is a trifecta addiction:
1. Fascination with the number of ways cleavage can be displayed.
2. Amazement by how many open mouth kisses Bret can deliver in one episode.
3. Deep pondering over what’s under Bret’s bandana.
Does the guy have hair underneath there?
Can anyone find a photo of him (without a bandana or cowboy hat) in the last 5 years? Link to it and maybe I’ll call you up and sing “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” You just won’t find this offer on other blogs.