Ah amore….
This season of “The Bachelor” finds the 25, er, make that 27 women in Rome. Our bachelor is a prince in Italy, though raised in America. He’s not Hollywood handsome, but he does seem to have a charm to him that I’m sure will endure himself to us by the finale.
The usual twelve women received a rose, and I’ll talk about them in a minute, but first, I’d like to yak about a few of the memorable ones who got sent home:
First, Rosella, the make up artist. Why, oh why, would anyone sell there car in order to go on “The Bachelor”. I liked her though, and wished she would have made it further. Perhaps we’ll see her soon in a new season of “The Bachelorette”?
Then there was Andrea, who serenaded the prince. She seemed like a nice enough girl – with luck, someone out there will have been watching and perhaps she’ll get something out of this experience, beyond a relationship that would have likely only lasted a few months.
And, now for the crazy drunk – Heather, a nurse from PA. She was one of the older women, obviously educated and yet, lacked the ability (?) to not get drunk while she was there. So, instead, she chuckles about cheeseburgers with the prince because she cannot hold a serious conversation with him. I guess her genetics didn’t bless her with the gift of intelligent conversation.
And now, my thoughts on the twelve who did receive a rose:
Desiho, er, I mean, Desiree. I think, had she been given more time, her dance would have turned into her stripping. Based upon the length of time it took to ask to kiss the Prince, I say if there’s any hanky panky going on during this season, she’ll be one of those gals. And lest the rest of us be excluded from getting a bit tipsy, we’ll have to play the drinking game for every time that she says “baby”.
Erica, the unemployed. Oh, wait, she’s being called a socialite. I guess since Paris Hilton is now being introduced as an actress/singer, the world needed a new socialite to take over. Seems the two have more in common than we thought, as Erica got a little taste of the simple life while flying coach. Which, as she told the Prince should make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as that was her first time flying coach. Hopefully, when she plays dress up again for the next rose ceremony, she’ll leave her tiara behind.
Sadie, the virgin. I like Sadie, and I’ll give her props for NOT announcing to the Prince that she needed to tell him that on the first night. After all, we know that’s a guarantee NOT to get you a rose from our Bachelor. She’s a cute girl. I hope she makes it far, as she seems sweet.
The surprise Italian girl, Agnese. The one who doesn’t understand very much English. I think the language barrier will become an issue unless this girl polishes her speaking and her understanding of English quickly. Either that, or the Prince will need to cut her loose, as we don’t need more jokes about shooting and such.
Lisa, the tree hugger. She’s perky and cute, I’ll give her that. And she got the Prince to hug a tree with her. I guess we can be thankful that she didn’t get him to lick snails. It sure made an impression on the Prince, as she received beautiful diamond earings AND the first rose.
Kim, from Long Beach. I couldn’t get past her hairdo….did she tie her hair in a really bad looking bow? Bad, just bad.
Jami, from Texas. She struck up a conversation with the Prince about classic rock and Bon Jovi. Hey, at least we know they both like some cool tunes.
Gina, from Chicago. Ah, here she is ladies and gents, this seasons Amarossa. Oh, wait, was that a different reality tv show? No matter, we all know it just stands for bitch.
Sarah, from Canada. She’s all right. Let’s just hope she can refrain from too many “eh’s”.
The two others that were chosen didn’t stand out too much for me - Jen, from Florida and Jeanette, the teacher.
