Hello
Readers. I come to you today from the
Tampa International Airport and, eventually, from 30,000 feet. My apologies for missing what was an epic
opportunity to pile on last week, but if the Bachelor is the Earth then my “real” job has been Jupiter over the
past couple of weeks. Like post-Fantasy
Suite menses, I have been regretfully absent.
The
good news is that all of my bills are currently getting paid. The bad news (for you anyway) is that I haven’t
been able to share my beguiling demeanor and boyish charm with any of you for a
week. Let’s get to it, shall we?
As
if ABC read my mind, we were treated to a graphic recap of the “Liz
Situation.” If her father wasn’t
admitted to the local psych ward after last week’s show, I’m certain that
occurred this week when, yet again, we were reminded that she got hammered at
the wedding reception before getting hammered by Nick and choosing to accept it
as a one night stand. For the record,
she’s an adult. She can make whatever
decision she wants concerning her cooter, but why do we have to hear about it
for three weeks?
Predictably,
Nick (for the 4th time) is “forced” to admit that he had a one night
stand with yet another person on a reality show. If he keeps it up (no pun intended), ABC will
have enough women to cast the next Bachelor in Paradise. Wouldn’t that be interesting? I digress.
The
girls sit around makeup-less and lament his promiscuity while simultaneously
praying that their name will be on the one-on-one date card.
Wait,
what about the Rose ceremony? Nick shows
up in an ill-fitting jacket and a floral tie presumably to evoke feelings of
sympathy while he attempts to justify the “Liz Situation” to 22 of his
potential future one night stands.
Now
that the cat is out of the bag Nick wants to be “transparent.” All of a sudden he’s “an open book.” I’ll give him a bit of credit. Like Liz, he too made an adult decision at
that now infamous wedding reception and was likely just as shocked as us all
when Liz exited the limo. Fleiss 1, Nick
0.
He
hung in there and clawed his way back with little to no objection from the
“ladies”. Danielle attempted to put up a
fight but could have used a shot of Viagra to stiffen her spine. She is gorgeous but I can’t get past the
Kardashian diction. It’s more annoying
than Nick’s speech impediment. I still
think she’s Fantasy Suite material if she doesn’t get bored of Nick.
Corinne,
of course, doesn’t care that Nick’s been banging more than window shutters in a
hurricane. She’s too busy stuffing her
unmentionables into a trenchcoat in an attempt to “impress” Nick. Word to Corinne: your behavior—setting aside the idiocy of it
for a moment—will get you laid, but
it won’t get you married. Even mansluts like Nick are turned off by
blatantly whorish (yes, that’s the correct word) behavior. Here’s a little guy secret: It’s not the actual act that men find
thrilling in that situation. It’s the
challenge of getting there. Take away at
least the appearance of a challenge and even a guy like Nick will find it
boring. Do yourself a favor and Google
“self respect” the next time you have the urge to sleep with Nick.
It’s
clear that Corinne does not read my blog.
She opts for whip cream between the boobs (subtle) and some ridiculous
suggestive small talk. Nick looked
embarrassed. Jasmine “stumbles upon”
Nick and Corinne and saves Nick from an awkward situation that was about to
turn even more awkward. Where in the
hell is Corinne’s nanny Raquel when we need her?
In
denial, Corinne sniffles at her failure to do something “nice and very cute”
for Nick. Wow. “Nice and very cute” is apparently “slutty”
anywhere else. When was the last time
anyone said, “Aww, she showed up naked under a trenchcoat and talked dirty
while putting whipped cream on her boobs for a virtual stranger to lick
off. How nice and cute.”
Answer? Never.
Corinne
cries like the spoiled brat she is and then she goes and takes one of several
naps. Acting like a slut is exhausting. Who knew that trying to sleep with a guy
would be harder than “running a multi-million dollar company?”
Harrison
shows up pre-rose ceremony and stirs the pot.
Incredibly, Corinne is napping.
That’s a first . . . and a classic.
Rose
Ceremony.
1. Corinne (still napping)
2. Danielle M.
3. Astrid
4. Taylor
5. Whitney
6. Kristina
7. Danielle L.
8. Rachel
9. Vanessa
10. Raven
11. Jaimi
12. Dominique
13. Sarah
14. Alexis
15. Brittany
16. Josephine
17. Jasmine
Gone
Hailey
Elizabeth
Lacey
Group
Date Card: Danielle L., Christen,
Kristina, Whitney, Taylor, Jasmine, Corinne, “Everybody”. Harrison talks up the date before turning is
Run-DMC Adidas toward the door and hitting the local day drinking spot in
anticipation of a buzz, a late afternoon nap, and a fat paycheck for attending
the next Rose Ceremony.
The
Backstreet Boys take time out from raising their teenagers, mowing their lawns,
and scheduling their first colonoscopies, and recovering from hip surgeries in
order to drop by and teach the girls and Nick a few things about being a big
star in the 1990’s. Who knew Nick would
actually be the youngest guy in the mansion next to Harrison? While the 8 counts get thrown down, Corinne
reminds us that the only thing she does worse than making a respectable
presentation of herself is dance.
Frustrated she can’t get any attention by throwing her hoo ha around the
room, she goes and cries in the bathroom.
She
tells us that she’s frustrated because, after Whipcream-gate, she feels like
she’s “not being herself.” Trust me,
Corinne, you’re being yourself.
Somewhere in a very posh wing of Corinne’s dad’s mansion right across
from Corinne’s wing Raquel the Nanny laughed a satisfying, guttural laugh
before kicking her feet up and taking a big swig of chardonnay.
I
couldn’t watch the Backstreet “Boys” perform while Nick attempted to dance and
the girls tried to count to 8. It was horrible. Danielle L. wins the big contest. She’s so pretty. I started to get past the Kardashian diction
thing. Corinne, predictably, gets upset
watching an cringe-inducing A Capella
performance of “I Want it That Way” while Danielle and Nick Fonzie dance in front
of the crowd. Frankly, that should have
been the loser’s punishment rather than the winner’s reward.
Cocktail
date. Nick’s clothes look like they were
purchased before he hit puberty and then washed in hot water before he put them
on. I wondered Juan Pablo left a few
items behind in the mansion.
Just
as we thought it was impossible for Corinne to make herself less endearing to
the rest of the women, she tells everyone that she misses her nanny. Jasmine has a lot of trouble digesting the
fact that Corinne has a nanny. I think
all relatively normal people had a problem digesting that. My favorite part about that—and there were
many favorite parts—entire exchange was the indignant look of shock on
Jasmine’s face when she asked, “wait, do you have children?” and “how old are
you?” followed by “you mean, like a real nanny?”
Danielle
gets the Group Date Rose she earned.
Vanessa
gets the coveted one-on-one and we all wondered if Nick would attempt zero
gravity intercourse with her on that Zero G plane thing.
That
date looked fun but it would have been better to take Corinne up there and
watch her puke up her high maintenance mint julep or whatever she drinks. Instead Vanessa pukes but turned out to be a
good date. Also Fantasy Suite material. She seems like a nice, thoughtful
person. I can’t decide if she’s going to
beat Danielle L. yet. Incidentally, watching
the vast majority of your happy clients puke all over the plane has to be the
worst part about being a Zero G instructor.
Dinner
with Vanessa. Happy she now has some
bonus calories to ingest. Nick cries.
(Pu**y). She gets the Date Rose.
Date
Card: Rachel, Alexis, Astrid, Jaimi,
Sarah, Brittany, Dominique, “I’m done playing the field.”
Nick
shows up in his Garanimals short shorts and tank top.
Carl
Lewis, Allyson Felix, Michelle Carter
Gold Medal Winners show up to host “Nick-a-tha-lon”. Was anyone else amazed at how unathletic all
of the women were? Good Lord. That “high” jump thing was like 18 inches off
the ground. Ironically, the biggest
injury risk was Astrid’s lack of an adequate sports bra. Those things slapped every corner of the
stadium. She handled it well, however,
and ended up recovering the diamond ring fumble and earning some stadium hot
tub time with Nick despite coming in last place in the foot race. She’s going to go far too, I think, but I
doubt she’ll win.
Cocktail
party at Big Daddy’s Antiques, Inc.
Dominique melts down because Nick didn’t give her enough attention. This soon became what most elementary
teachers would refer to as “a teachable moment.” Rachel comforts her by giving her completely
rational and accurate advice, which is precisely why it fell on deaf ears.
Nick
proceeds to make out with everyone on every piece of antique furniture while
Dominique stews in the Ladies Room (or whatever room her gender identity deemed
appropriate).
Dominique
the proceeds to shoot herself in the foot by busting Nick’s balls. She even lights him up with “you didn’t give
me a fair chance” before Nick got the nod from the Producers that they had
enough film and he was free to send her ass home.
Teachable
Moment: From a guy’s perspective—and I
don’t care if he’s 26 or 56—there is nothing worse than getting a ball busting
from a woman who “knows she’s right” and wants to “set him straight.” There’s more than one way to load the
dishwasher, put the detergent in the washing machine, and (yes) pay attention
to a woman on a group date. Like every
other guy watching the show, I knew she was headed home before she opened her
mouth.
Nick
asks himself, “could any of these relationships end in an engagement.” Sure, Nick.
They ALL end in an engagement and a few red carpet appearances.
Rachel
gets the Date Rose. She seems like a
front runner too, although I think Nick will ultimately go elsewhere.
Harrison
shows up in his Adidas to drop a big dose of buzz kill in the AM. Bad news:
No Cocktail Party. Good
News: Pool Party. Harrison giveth, Harrison taketh away.
Pool
Party.
Corinne
apparently woke up long enough to order a bounce house so she could grind all
over Nick. I just hope the rental
company had the courtesy to disinfect it prior to letting the next bunch of 5
year olds jump around in it. All the
girls (understandably) get pissed when Nick spends a tad too much time on the
receiving end of the aforementioned grinding upon. Drunk again, Corinne retires to the mansion
for an afternoon nap.
Alexis,
summed it up the best when she dropped, “this is the worst pool party I’ve ever
been to.”
Does
anyone think that Corinne has a case of promiscuity-induced narcolepsy? She seems to pass out after every attempt to
mount Nick. She should get that checked
out.
In
another classic scene Raven tells Nick all about Corinne’s nanny and the
shocked look on his face was freaking priceless. “She did not know how to clean a spoon.” CLASSIC.
Raven is going to finish high as well.
I like her but I don’t think she’ll beat Danielle or Vanessa.
They
all melt down and Vanessa approaches Nick for a doorstep chat. She has some legit questions. Again, she’s rational, mature, and fair. “I’m not judging Corinne, I’m judging your
actions. I’d rather you just not give me
a rose,” was proof of it. She’s solid and Nick should realize that she’s much
more age-appropriate for him than the other girls. She’s Canadian, but we shouldn’t hold that
against her.
My
Top 5, so far, are: Raven, Vanessa,
Rachel, Danielle L., and (maybe) Alexis.
I’m pretty set on the first three, a bit unsure about Danielle L., and
really unsure about Alexis. She’s funny,
though and that usually gets a girl within sight of the Hometown Dates. Then again, how fun would it be for Nick to
meet Corinne’s family and be waited upon by Raquel?
On
the upside, there’s apparently a girl fight next week.
Well,
there it is. A recap, albeit a late
one. Enjoy your week, send me your
feedback, take care of yourselves. In
the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be waiting patiently in my room for my nanny
to prepare me a fruit smoothie and a light cucumber salad.