It's not until I hear news like this that I remember how flipping awesome the Olympics were…and now, they're coming back to us (sort of) thanks to Ryan Lochte and (no surprise here) E! Yes, that's right, everyone's himbo with the washboard abs has finally secured his own reality show.
Ryan made a splash (so sorry) in the 2012 Summer Games in London, and he was noticed just as much for his classic good looks, piercing blue eyes, and diamond studded grill as he was for his gold medal winning prowess. Granted, you can practically hear the hamster wheel circling in his head when he tries to form a thought, but he sure is pretty.
Oh Kardashians. Y’all are so funny. Poor Bruce Jenner is trying to regain relevance by reminding us that he’s not just married to pimp master Kris, he’s also a former Olympian. It’s almost too late for that reminder, but I guess he has the Olympic fanfare to help his cause. Bless his heart.
The former decathlete has been covering the games, and he recently spoke with Access Hollywood about his time in Olympic Village back in the day. Bruce brags, “I was a stud! Let me tell you, I was doing it! Just kicking butt all day long, taking no prisoners.” So basically the exact opposite of how he is now.
After wowing the world in London by winning the gold over teammate Michael Phelps in the 400 meter individual medley, Ryan Lochte continued to intrigue us with his grill, his bedroom revelations, and, let’s be honest, his abs. If you were worried you’d have to wait four more years to see the guy, fear not! He’s in talks to do a reality show. Check that, he’s in several talks to figure which reality show he’s going to choose.
Ryan hasn’t been shy about saying he’d love to compete on Dancing with the Stars, so perhaps that is an option. Michael Phelps has shared the same sentiment, even challenging his friend for the mirror ball. According Fit Perez, Ryan’s agents reveals, “I cannot tell you the exact shows, but two different reality show concepts have been offered and one additional is being discussed.”
No, no, no, no, no and NO. NO. I can’t. It’s just…wow. So allow me to preface before I get to the meat of this story, I am not a big Olympic watcher for games past. I know, how very un-American. However, after being chastised repeatedly by people for choosing Friends reruns over past opening ceremonies, I dedicated myself to watching every last event London had to offer. I’ve watched boxing, I caught the kayaking prelims, I was out of my seat for volleyball matches, I have almost thrown my laptop when seeing spoilers. It’s been ah-mazing.
Of course, everyone is always all about gymnastics and the swimming. Oh, the swimming. Sure I knew who Michael Phelps was, but who knew he had a teammate who was as easy on the eyes as Ryan Lochte? Sure, when he talks he may not sound like the sharpest tool in the shed, but oh, those baby blues! So imagine my shock/horror/dismay/sadness/insert drmatic word here when I was stalking him online and found out that he may or may not be seeing K. Michelle. Yes, that K. Michelle. Of train wreck Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta fame. That one. Gahhh!