Photo Illustration by Luis G. Rendon/The Daily Beast/Getty/ABCEvery time The Bachelorette puts Dotun Olubeko on screen, something strange happens. My eyelids—usually slightly drooped thanks to both sleepiness and the tedium of listening to a bunch of grown men struggling to articulate basic feelings—shoot wide open. Just like that, the Charlie Brown-like mwop-mwop-mwopp-ing on screen starts hitting my ears crystal clear; I’m hanging on every word. And without fail, regardless of who else is watc