Fool me once, shame on Bret Michaels. Fool me twice, shame on sad, gullible me…
For some inexplicable reason, it wasn’t hard for me to believe that an ’80s rocker could find love on a VH1 reality show. After all, the former Poison frontman spent plenty of time waxing about not wanting a “Rock of Lust” or a “Rock of Like” but a true “Rock of Love.” With sentiments like that, the bandanna aficionado had me drinking the vodka-spiked Kool Aid in no time.
Last weekend’s mostly-dull-except-for-the-Heather-and-Daisy smackdown reunion special gave me little reason to question Michaels’ intentions. In fact, he and winner Ambre seemed quite cozy together and even dished about secret trysts during their VH1-sanctioned separation period between the end of filming and the season finale.
But just as quickly as my rock ‘n’ roll love bliss marathon had begun, it came to a soul-crushing end after I stumbled upon a recent interview with Michaels. In it, he claims he never really came into the show looking for love. “I said this from day one: I went into this to have fun and maybe find someone to like,” he says. “True love is not going to be found instantly on a TV show.” Yes, that’s probably true, but that’s not what you said before! I cry foul! Michaels goes on to say that he and Ambre are not in love (they’re going to see what happens), and he doesn’t dismiss the possibility of a third Rock of Love installment, though he’s now hoping to star in a new show called Bret Michaels Big Rock Road Show.
Who would rather watch a bus load of busted, middle-aged rockers instead of a bevy of dim-witted (but amusing) beauties? They may be vapid, but I’ll take the Rock of Love girls any day over former rock gods wiggling in too-tight jeans and guyliner. What about you, Popwatchers? Bret’s Big Rock Road Show or Rock of Love?