Update: Quest To Be The Next Bachelorette.

Hello, friends! I know I promised you an update on my quest to be the next Bachelorette.

First, I wanted to thank everyone who has taken the time to nominate me. I honestly didn’t think any of you would even care that much about the post, let alone care enough to take the time to nominate little old me.

I sent this email last week to an ABC producer, along with my audition letter. I was a little disheartened when I received a note back saying he was on vacation with limited access to email (you know that drill…), but then yesterday, I got this personal email from one of his lovely – and helpful! – associates:

Hi, Melissa! Thanks for your interest in our show. I would be happy to forward your e-mail to our casting people and if they are interested and need more information, they will be in touch with you. They are always on the lookout not just for The Bachelorette, but for women participants for The Bachelor, although from your blog, you don’t seem interested in that series. Thanks again.

I said, “yes,” of course! I figure it’s a long-shot, but you never know. And, I never do spontaneous things like this, so I figure it’s good for my soul too.

I also created a Facebook group to chronicle my story. Thank you to all for your wonderfully sweet comments (come on and join us if you haven’t yet; the group has 106 members as of last count!). They mean so much to me, and I instantly smiled when I saw this message from my friend Justin:

I’m with you on this one, Mel! Hey, ABC, if you’re watching…She’s a damned firecracker and has more personality than all of your previous bachelors and bachelorettes COMBINED!

Well, I can’t really argue with the smart boy, now, can I? I am a firecracker (I think the red hair helps a lot in that department). And you know what? It’s about time to add some sparks to ABC, don’t you think?

On a side note: Apparently, my mother doesn’t think too much of this idea, seeing as she deleted my Facebook group invite the moment she got it, but who cares? I think her reasoning all goes back to her inability to see me as a woman (hello, Mom, I’m 28!), but that’s another subject for another day and another blog post.

P.S. I also send a tip to Gawker on the off chance they might be interested in my story.