Confrontation is over. It went better than I thought it would. Feel about 1% better about it, but still feel like an asshole. I suppose 1% better than asshole is better than asshole itself.

Woke up this morning and found out that frat boy bachelor picked some girl to be engaged to... apparently crushed a 22 year old's heart. Have not watched bachelor myself, but some people in office do it religiously. Boss included.

Want to say something nasty about voyeuristic tendencies of Bachelor viewers but realize that I too am a voyeur.

I suppose I get my fix from reading NYtimes wedding section.
Rich girl from ivy league school marries rich boy from Ivy league school.
Love at first sight, or not.
Rich girl's parents are doctors/ lawyers/ jewish
Rich boy's parents are doctors/ lawyers/ jewish
Life happy ever after expensive wedding at the Plaza.