Nancy Rosefield has been a lifelong fan of The Bachelor. After moving to New York City to pursue a career in book publishing, she was ready to fall in love...and to host her own reality dating tv show. The self-described hopeless romantic recounts the five months, 40 men, 13 dates and one mega spreadsheet that led her to the one who did, indeed, accept her rose.
This interview has been edited for length and clarity; pseudonyms assigned for privacy.
I’m a hopeless romantic. To live in a world where you think, I’ll hop outside and fall in love today—that’s kind of a nice thought to have. These romantic expectations are usually ludicrous, and I have come to terms with the sad, sad fact that I won’t wake up to someone singing me a song outside on a boombox unfortunately—but part of being a hopeless romantic is holding on to the thread of possibility that just maybe, real life will defy all odds for the rom-com scenario of my dreams. Last fall, I was watching The Bachelorette and wasn’t really enjoying the season, so I decided to, well, become the bachelorette myself. I was going to set up multiple dates, dating game show style, to find my potential match. I figured that even if nothing came of it, at least my friends and I would have some good laughs. Besides, the dating scene in New York is rough. I mean, have you heard about the a Facebook group called “Are We Dating the Same Guy?” where nearly 90,000 girls can warn others about their toxic exes? If that’s the situation we’re looking at, might as well make it a good time.