Once upon a time, in a land called ABC, a widowed geezer met a vintage widow.
ABC being TV, and TV prizing perfection, he looked chiseled and fit. She wore her sparkling gown as well as any starlet.
But they were – ahem – of a certain age. He was 72. She was 70.
They met on the set of “The Golden Bachelor,” which ABC premiered in September. It was spun off “The Bachelor,” that pinnacle of TV excellence now 22 years old, but with bronzed and buff fogeys rather than much younger hunks and belles.
The bachelor proposed in the November season finale. They married, also on TV, in January – and none too soon. Across the nation, important work had lapsed as Americans waited for consummation of this forged-on-TV union.
Ah, wedded bliss is so, so…
Over.
Just days ago came news that the stars of “The Geriatric Bachelor” will divorce. They couldn’t decide where to live – near his family in Indiana or hers in New Jersey.
Marriage is hard. Especially when the cameras stop.
And they lived sadly ever apart.
What started as a joke ended as a farce.
Hahaha! So much Botox, so little time. Best line, “I’ve had pimples that lasted longer than their relationship!”
Glad to see one of your posts again. Been a while.