*SPOILER ALERT*
This blog contains no sex. So if you are reading this in the presence of the underage, feel free to read on. Or if you are overage, like me, feel free to start getting angry as I recount the biggest disappointment in Australian television since the return of “Hey Hey, it’s Saturday”.
Dates with No Time Limits.
Can you hear me squealing for joy from there? Well, that was my general state of mind for the whole day leading up to this episode. I could not wait to get home, crack open the wine and party like it was 1999. Because dates with no time limits means dates with sex (in a 7.30pm time slot).
HOWEVER.
As you may have picked up on from my opening comments, I have a bone to pick with the various producers and promoters of ‘The Bachelor’. For three main reasons:
1) There was no shirtless running/push-ups/pondering from Tim. Dropped the ball there, guys.
2) Tim is actually a huge douche. I’ve renamed him the Emotion Police. Get him a better writer.
3) THERE WAS NO ACTUAL SEX! YOU LIED!
For starters, there was plenty of opportunity for Bachelor Premature Greys to be doing his weekly maths and astute observations about roses while being half-naked. But no. Evidently Channel 10 have decided that, since Bach has to pick a wife in a week, they’d better keep it classy. Too little, too late my friends. The fact that you kept him confined to a forest (fully clothed, mind you) might just be why he was unable to do the dirty with his bitches. This is so very disappointing.
Worse still, was the fact that his full level of douchebag was on clear display. Did the intern copy writer take over script duties? Just bee tee dubs, you better get someone else on the pay roll for next week. I was watching the episode as well as following the twitter feed, and everyone was just SO NOT OK with Tim’s behaviour. I realise he is an ex-stripper/fake chiropractor/greasy-haired actor, but we’re still supposed to like the guy!
But the biggest tragedy of the evening was the fact that, despite the promising ad clips of suggestive thigh stroking and oyster platters, Tim did not actually realign anyone’s sexual chakras. I am so not ok with this.
But we will get to that.
First “extravagant date” of the night went to crowd fav, Ali. She’s dropped the moon boot leg cast and opted for a simple double band aid, so she was ready to roll. The theme of their date seemed to be ‘apples’. Bizarre. He picked her up in a Porsche and they went whizzing through the Blue Mountains, until conveniently stumbling upon an apple-themed roadside stall. Now, I realise that ‘The Bachelor’ itself is not a high-level thinking show. But how dumb do you take us for, Channel 10?! No self-respecting apple grower would EVER leave that much Bed, Bath ‘n’ Table merchandise unattended on a deserted road! My Grandpa used to stop at a popular roadside stall in NSW to buy pawpaws, and it was nothing but plastic bags on a bloody trestle table. Never in my life have I seen homemade pie not being watched over by a crazy old lady in a hair net and an apron.
Regardless, Tim and Ali took their offending pie and pretty bag of convenient apples and had a picnic. With apple cider, of course. Ali told Tim all about the book she was reading, ‘How to Make a Voodoo Doll for Dummies’ ‘The Recipe to True Love’ and Bach cleverly related it to watching ‘Shrek’ on an airplane. What the actual crap? I’m pretty sure he was insulting her, but just like the huge kransky incident from last week, she was blissfully unaware.
They soon retired to some mountain chalet where the owner had kindly left them keys to the ‘Love Cabin’. Can you feel the anticipation? Just as Ali looked like she would unhinge her jaw, we cut to a shot of Timmy on a boat and the Love Cabin was forgotten! It seems because Ali had proclaimed her undying, crazy white-girl love to him numerous times he wanted to “respect” that. Boo to no sex!
He also said no to Rochelle because…well…I’m not 100% sure why, but something to do with feelings and emotions and shit like that. Speaking of poor Rochelle, once again, Officer Emotions had her on detention on his Love Boat, trying to work his brain around her v controversial past as a beauty queen. Is it just me or is that a bit rich coming from a stripper? They talked in circles for ten minutes about feelings and then Rochelle apologised profusely for some unknown crime. It seemed to placate poor old Bach and he allowed her to join him on deck for a “massive and delicious” seafood platter and some sneaky under-the-table action. But no sex. Not even after a personal invite from the Captain. Sigh. Things were looking dicey.
This left me hanging my hopes on Anna to bring home the bacon, ifyouknowwhaddamean.
Their date was more feelings and emotions, mixed with words like “open” and “honest” and then more feelings. Tim was v concerned that Anna wasn’t telling him, “…what it is exactly she likes about me.” True story. He actually said that. Which was nothing short of a miracle, really, considering it usually takes the man an hour to spit out a decent sentence. Even so, girlfriend refused to play that game and basically did a Sarah and told him she was choosing him as much as he was choosing her. Preach. Her intense lipstick really came in handy by highlighting her judge-y scowl. Anna has been my personal fav for some time, and I have to admit, after Sarah’s similar efforts in putting the hard word on Bachelor Crossfit had backfired, I feared poor Anna would also be punished for having an opinion. But not so…
Just when I thought my efforts had been in vain, Bachelor Spray Tan looked poised to ask Anna to spend the night oiling up his muscles and other man parts in the aptly titled Forest Lodge. Or Ocean Love Suite…or…something equally naff. Things were looking up! Instead, Tim put on his serious thinking face and explained staying the night together wouldn’t be fair. Because something something about feelings and something something about sleeping with one girl and not the other. And then she cried. And I threw something.
THERE WAS NO SEX AT ALL!
Lucky they began the rose ceremony quick smart, or else my television and other valuables would have been in serious trouble.
All that pent-up sexual frustration from the week left the girls wallowing meekly on the recliner lounge by the pool until Osher/Andrew G/Oshy Gunsberg/Who Cares came and escorted them the 20 metres into the rose ceremony. From there, he left them to join Timmy in his special, secret Bachelor hide-out where he was played messages from each crazy bitch on his iPad. Ali, true to form, reminded him (very loudly) that she loved him. Give her some credit, it is possible he could have forgotten with all the serious detective work he’d been doing. Rochelle decided to express her love through a kids nursery rhyme poem where she tried and failed to rhyme the word chiropractor with something. I’m guessing using poetry as her skill is what lost her the Miss Australia crown. And I forget what Anna said. Something logical probably.
And then all of a sudden he had the last rose in his hand, the ‘Batman’ soundtrack was cranked up a few decibels (seriously, IS it the same music? Every week I am waiting for Christian Bale to crash through the glass doors and go postal) and it was Ali who missed out. All around Australia, collective breath was held, waiting for the bloodbath. Luckily, Tim picked a good week to give her the boot, since her leg injury prevented her from chasing after him with a knife. She held it together, though, and told him she still loved him and regretted nothing as they said their goodbyes.
Then he left her on the bloody steps! And it was here that the tears came. Twitter was all abuzz with “Tim shot Bambi!” outrage, and I have to agree, it was v heartbreaking. There was even snot. But I’m sure Ali will recover once she gets her van parked outside Tim’s house.
So we say farewell to our favourite crazy and look forward to next week, as the Spice Girls once said, when two become one.
Vale Ali.
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