After weeks and weeks of careful maneuvering and endless
wads of cashrounds of negotiations with our paid spiestrusted sources, we finally reached a point where we had nobody left to pay offno hope of getting our hands on the Bachelorette diaries. No sexy Mario, no Uncle Vincenzo, not even cousin Elvira could help us out this time. All hope seemed lost and we were seriously contemplating just making this stuff up. But we're made of sterner stuff and would never deceive you so! We refused to back down and hunted persistently for somebody to bribea kind soul willing to help us out in exchange for a few thousand bucksour everlasting gratitude.
At the last minute, a shiny beacon of hope illuminated the bleak dawn of our despair and sent
a thirsty extortionistan angel our way in the form of a super connected Bachelor insider, Chris Harrison himselfwho shall remain nameless, like so many of our valiant and brave spiescontributors before. He graciously handed over these precious pages for a bottle of insanely expensive 50 year old Single Malt Scotch Whiskeyyour enjoyment and because he's got a wicked sense of humorhe fervently believes, as do we, that in the end there is nothing better than the completely and utterly manufacturedunvarnished truth.
Disclaimer: We cannot prove with any certainty that these were in fact written by the bachelorettes. For all we know,
Chrisour secret source is also an extremely talented creative writer who penned these diaries in between takesin his spare time.
Thanks to contributing FORT writers and moderators : Yardgnome, AJane, lildago, roseskid, MsFroggy, AshleyPSU, marybethp, MotherSister, Marleybone, Mariner, speedbump, PhoneGrrrl, and Amanda.