10 AM: Taking my first sip of the most delightful sugar-free vanilla coconut milk latte and breathing in the fresh sea air with my toes in the sand in Newport Beach. Despite singlehandedly drinking an entire bottle of Pinot G last night, I’m feeling surprisingly good, inspired, and ready to conquer the day! As my friend and I walked down to where the waves kiss the sand in hopes of getting the perfect coffee + ocean boomerang, something caught our eye over to the right. Two giant men in cargo shorts and white tee shirts were full-on wrestling in the water.
I’m Erika & I am a Bachelor SuperFan. Allow me to clarify- I am a fan of the SHOW, not the FabFitFun hawking social media monsters that 75% of the contestants become after the show. I love the raw, vulnerable, seventeenth glass of wine induced “ugly-crying” versions of these people who are fresh out of their humble hometowns & still totally untainted by Hollywood. Think about it: 25 girls are completely removed from society with absolutely nothing to do but drink heavily and obsess over the same guy. No phones, no internet, no TV, no music, no books… just a suitcase full of bikinis &