Finally, Someone Has Found True Love on The Bachelor--Just Not the Bachelor

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According to reports, someone has finally found a love connection on a season of The Bachelor—just not with the bachelor himself, nor in the United States.


Megan Marx and Tiffany Scanlon were both contestants on Richie Strahan’s recently aired season of the Australian offshoot of the series, when they fell in love—with each other. Incredible, I know—someone was actually there for the right reasons. Anyway, the pair recently made it official on Instagram for all those interested in a spinoff to see. Explains Marx:

I met Tiffany in a very strange situation. Well... we were kind of dating the same guy. And it was filmed and put on TV 😂. From that first cocktail party, it was like this instant calibration between souls, as if we had known each other once before. Friendship ripened into something bolder, trust in a very strange situation was formed, and now every adventure we have rivals the other- and continues to make plans for itself. Yesterday I flew this beautiful woman to The Abrolhos islands for her 30th birthday! I have to admit that I felt so so proud to be with her, my favourite person, celebrating such a momentous occasion on the water- a mutual love of ours. She is so confident in the ocean and in every adventure, as if every new experience is a winning of the lottery somehow; a chance to grow and learn and develop. To Tiffany, experience wins over the worldly acquisition of ‘things’ every time- and I think this is why she is so open-minded, so accepting of others, so fun and so at ease with letting winds blow her towards a variety of opportunities. She’s helped me to disintegrate many of the ideals I’ve had that were harmful (about relationships, about career and ‘stability’) and for that I feel set free. Thank you for always asking questions (detective Tiff), for being curious about people, ideologies and the universe; for loving people with such a wholesome love that I don’t know if I would ever be able to emulate. It inspires me. Happy Birthday Tiffany. I love you.


Marx also writes on Instagram of their connection, “There are many things I love, but here is one. She’s able to cop the unwelcome, contaminated streams from the world, without becoming impure; because she is like the sea. Her heart is full of deep ocean minerals that splinter and disintegrate all the bad tastes, the hurtful mass ideas, and the ways of living that kill simple joys.”

Must be nice!

Former Gawker news editor

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Is there something inherently nauseating about describing one’s own love? Is it the navel-gazey hyperboolic rapture of it? The sameness of it? I’m honestly asking. I mean, I read a lot, so descriptions of two characters’ love for each other is something I come across frequently, but I never find it irritating in that context the way I always do in a context like this.

Am I a terrible person, or is it just impossible to wax poetic about the person you love without sounding a little bit like a douche?