You are in the midst of the rose ceremony. Fourteen roses have been given out, and thanks to Chris, you know that only one remains! You look across at that gorgeous hunk-o-husband-material, praying he will choose you, and magically he calls your name. Your heart soars! Ten minutes later, Hot Stuff explains that he did not really want you. Oh, he feels bad to hurt your feelings, but if you and fifteen other women all fell off the end of a a pier, he'd save you last. If you all went on a super-stretch limo date and there were only 16 seats in back, you'd have to ride up front with the driver. In fact, he thinks you're a loser! Now all of America is watching, including you ex-boyfriend and the cheerleaders who used to make fun of you outside the girl's bathroom. Suddenly you realize why the camera guy has been discretely in your face, while ignoring all the other skanks--er, women--for the last ten minutes. Mr. Football even wants the pageant chick over you! You have exactly three seconds to recover from the humiliation and dashing of you hopes and make a decision. Are you going to take that pity rose or :phhht tell him where to stuff it?