Things were just starting to look up for Jorge when the thing with the TV happened.
He'd just moved to a new town, started his life over, found some work, got a place.
Years of searching around and vagueness were ending.
It's going well.
Like, the way that I'm procrastinating now is by, like, doing work, you know?
You know, I'm coming into my own.
Like, I feel good.
I'm paying bills relatively on time.
He'd moved to New York City, which was scary,
and lucked into an apartment that real New Yorkers told him was a find,
a little studio in the East Village, one room, good location, cheap.
And then one night he's sitting at his table watching The Bachelorette on TV.
And it's the episode where The Bachelorette has whittled it down to four guys that she's going to pick one from eventually.
And she's in New York City visiting one of the potentials.
And, you know, she goes out to dinner with his family and they're, you know, they eat and, you know,
they've got the shifty-eyed sister and, you know,
like, everybody's family acts the exact same way, you know?
Right.
And then they get in the limousine and they decide to go back to his apartment.
Now, like, now I'm...