Brady and I met in Australia at a wedding (very cheesy). He was best man; I was bridesmaid (even worse). We enjoyed huge phone bills and great reunions for three years and he recently asked me to marry him. He works as an agent for the FBI. Believe it or not, he loves his job. He wants to get all the bad guys off the street before we have kids. Watch out JSJ!
Brady is a freak. He loves hard stuff. Running marathons, climbing ropes, training in the desert for days with no shower and minimal food. When he told me he wanted to try out for Survivor I laughed. I knew it would come sooner or later; he hadn’t done anything wild in a while. Brady had never watched an episode of Survivor and had no clue about the alliances and foul play involved in winning. He just thought it would be “fun.” He thinks punishing your body both physically and mentally is fun. Freak show! However, he is gorgeous, flirty, smart, and not scared of much, so of course he got the job.
When I first found out Brady was going to be abandoning me in scary LA I freaked out. I pictured him cuddling up to super skinny supermodels then scrubbing their backs in a swamp the next morning. I soon relaxed and thought there’d be no way the FBI would let him go. Wrong! To his credit, his superiors believed he would be a great representative and they would trust him to “do them proud.” What if he gets booted on the first night? Will they kill him? Then, before I knew it I was dropping him off at a hotel in LA and he was on his way to gorgeous Vanuatu.
No contact for two months.
Picking him up at the airport was nerve-wracking, worse then ever before. I noticed what looked like a hicky on his neck. But it was simply the result of his having just received Chinese cupping therapy all over his back. Whew! Then I got to check out the “island’ girls” as they deplaned. They were gorgeous, all I could do was hope that island life had rendered them stinky and hairy.
He definitely looked different. The island had changed him. In the month that he’s been home I’ve found out just how much. He’s not so black-and-white, so practical; he’s more bohemian somehow. I’m sure it will fade as he heads back to trials, arrests, and FBI life. I’ll let you know.
A week after he arrived home they announced the cast to the public. Our phone didn’t stop ringing. Survivors can’t talk to press until they have been voted off, so we gave out numbers of friends and family to answer questions. I came home from a fabulous day at World of Wonder to find a neighbor standing by the gate. She told me reporters had been looking through our windows and asking questions: Do they party a lot? Do you ever hear them fighting? Is Brady really in the FBI?
When I Googled Brady’s name – for fun – I found several sites, chat rooms, fan clubs, all dedicated to my guy. A little daunting, but still worth a giggle. I’ll write more about what we call “our little adventure” after Thursday’s premiere on CBS. I can’t wait to watch. I know the chat rooms may go crazy and girls will claim they had his baby in ’96, but we’re ready. We will survive Survivor.