Television relationships
Well, tomorrow Rick Hightower will be my co-anchor. Dan is off. He’s going to a bachelor party in Cincinnati. I’m sure he’ll have a great time. I’m also sure he won’t provide me with many details about it Monday morning.
Dan is one of the few single people on the morning show, but he is dating someone. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her. However, I know if she’s dating Dan she must be smart, energetic and fun. I’m sure she’s also very understanding. You see, anyone who dates a television anchor, must be very understanding and patient.
When my husband Joe and I started dating, his patience was really tested. First of all, people would often stare at us with so much intensity, Joe’s first instinct was to check and see if his fly was open. Of course, they were just looking to see if I was indeed Grace Trahan. Often times, people would come over and speak to us during dinner. At first, Joe was kind of surprised by this, but he soon accepted it as “part of the deal.” After awhile, he said he was actually proud of the fact that people would want to come over and say hi. I really appreciated his support. After all, it can’t be easy to try and establish a relationship with someone when strangers are constantly staring or interrupting your date.
I love meeting and talking to people. I’m very humbled when people come up and say they watch our show. Let’s face it. Viewers have lots of choices when it comes to news. Knowing that people out there trust me enough to give them their news on a daily basis is an honor and it’s one that I don’t take for granted.
I also don’t take my husband for granted. His support means more to me than all the fan mail at a Hollywood post office.
So, to anyone out there who’s dating (or thinking about dating) someone on television, keep in mind that viewers might come over and say hello. But in the end, television people can be fun dates and great spouses. We just need extra closet space and mirror time…. and that goes for the female AND male reporters.




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When I was a teenager in my hometown I remember once seeing the most popular 6/10 pm anchor in town at a record store. It was a mob scene. Poor guy, he couldn’t move two feet without people talking to him. It probably took him an hour to get out of the store. He was gracious and patient, but I wouldn’t blame him if he sent his wife the next time he wanted a record!
A few years later, just out of high school, I had a summer job at a Dairy Queen. A reporter came in for an ice-cream cone one Saturday night, probably on her way home from work, and it was a similar scene with people approaching her, milling about, and stealing glances. She was friendly to everybody but seemed tired. She could probably tell by the look on my face that I recognized her, but I just smiled and handled her order. She came back for ice cream several Saturday nights after that, and always came to my window. She always had a big, warm smile for me. I figured she liked it that I didn’t intrude on her peace.
I’ve only met one reporter in Indy, when I was interviewed by another station for a technology story. Goodness, that was 12 years ago.