The next morning the final dates were done and Bachelor Ben seemed no closer to being ready to make a decision than he was ten weeks ago when we started these shenanigans. He kept referring to himself as “physically lost” but I’m pretty sure he meant metaphorically lost otherwise he should just go to the hotel lobby and get a map from the concierge.
Imagine if you will having that girl’s night but everyone who attends is an attention starved extrovert who used to date the same guy. Voila, you have the Women Tell All episode of The Bachelor. It’s a disaster.
Usually by the time the fantasy suites date of The Bachelor roll around I have checked out and just want to have my Monday nights back, but this season I am all in. I drank the Kool-Aid. My eyes are barely rolling anymore, guys. They’re too busy staring in abject horror at the disaster taking place on screen. It’s so bad, it’s good.
Heidi watched The Bachelor so you don’t have to (But makes it look so, SO fun)
With only 6 women remaining this season things are getting downright respectable around here. I mean, only 6 girlfriends? At this point Ben could fit all of his women in a single minivan for a trip around his hometown if he so desired.
