Let me just comment on a few of the wonderful tidbits of the season premier that reassured viewers that this will be reality at its finest:

Twelve-Pack and Heather. So, Rock of Love’s no.1 craziest bitch is going to get it on with the speedo, spandex wearing drunk who, despite from his abs, is about one tap dance away from being the most sexually confused man on television.

Brandi C. You spray painted your dog pink. PINK. You are not Paris Hilton honey and even she hasn’t stooped to that level yet.

Destiny and The Entertainer???? I don’t know if you watched previews for the season, but it looks like our favorite Bret Michaels groupie shacks up with the oldest pizza delivery boy! This I gotta see.

Megan. Yes, you’re hot as hell from the neck down sweetheart, but please put some clothes on. Have you ever heard less is more?

Hoops. This girl I actually really like. She’s tough, athletic and seems to be smart. However, why introduce us to your live-in boyfriend on the pre-show, only to seemingly play him for “real” this season?

Mr. Boston. A part of me feels bad for this guy; he gets picked on for being the token white, nerdy kid and I think he’s actually just trying to fit in, in some sick, twisted, wear a man-thong around the house all day, sort of way.

Pumkin. ‘Nuff said. Love this bitch. Can’t wait to see the dramazzzz.

Midget Mac. Watching him not get picked made me feel like I was in the school playground, last to get picked for dodgeball again. Maybe they didn’t like him in a speedo? or his attitude perhaps? Your girl is pregnant dude, go home and be responsible.

Toastee. Who wants to put money down that her and someone on the show make a porno? I got 50 bucks on it.

Whether it’s more men in speedos, cat fights or some nooky nooky, we’re all guaranteed to have a good time tuning in every week to this Reality Razzie Award Winner.

Tune in next week when I Love Money takes trashiness to a whole new level (and I recap it in all it’s horrible, horrible glory).

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I am genuinely happy in my single-dom. I don’t find myself staring angrily (and jealously) at happy couples as they pass by or judging the quality of an evening out at the bar based on how successful I was with the opposite sex.

I don’t sit home watching romantic comedies and sobbing into my pillow as the couple lives happily ever after and all I can think about is how I am going to end up alone. With cats.

Quite the contrary, I have become quite taken by my current situation; I can do what I want when I want and worry about no one but myself. I have all the time in the world for my family, my friends, my work and everything else I want to devote my energies to. I am happy. Really happy.

Unfortunately, my best friend isn’t taking to her life as a single woman quite so well. She is where I was about six months ago; missing a previous relationship, feeling like the only single girl in the world and beginning to doubt herself as a person. Oh, and missing sex….terribly.

It kills me to see her like this. After all, I have been there – every girl has been there – and it sucks. No. Worse then sucks. It sucks the life out of you. You sit around wondering what is wrong with you. Why everyone but you is happy in a relationship. Why you too can’t find that kind of happiness. You are doing everything right; when is your turn!?

I think my current state of contentedness started when I realized that I wasn’t doin’ it right. “Right” for so many of us means going out and waiting for someone to approach us. It means staying in our comfort zones and waiting for things to happen. I don’t know where we got these standards, but it doesn’t happen that way! And – being independent and driven – I began to realize that I shouldn’t have to depend on someone else finding me to make me happy.

Finding a relationship takes work. Unlike what we see in romantic comedies, love doesn’t always find us; we need to find it. And not simply by throwing on a low cut top and hanging out at a bar. We need to leave our comfort zones and seek it out; embrace our single status and have friends set us up, explore new activities, try new dating avenues – internet dating, for one – and make things happen for ourselves.

We need to stop playing the role of dating victim and take control of our own dating destinies.

So, as much as I want to comfort my friend and find the words that will remind her how fabulous/beautiful/smart she is and that she too will find love, I will not do it. Not because I don’t want to see her happy but because I do. Her situation requires tough love: a reminder that she is not a damsel in dating distress and that she is just not trying hard enough.

She didn’t sit around waiting for people to give her a college education or a prestigious career, why should her love life be any different?