We made it to the last week of Bachelor in Paradise! And while I literally have no concept of how long this journey took IRL, I have to say, I am quite sad that it has come to an end.
The penultimate episode of this way too short season gave us a lot of caves, a lot of yelling at Jesse Kovacs, and a lot of boring happy couples.
What happens after this year, when you’re in the real world, and you can’t quite party 4 nights a week, and you have to pay bills, and all those years of people asking what you want to be when you grow up become actual in your face real life issues?
The beautiful thing about the isolated world that is college is that you're consistently meeting new people, and constantly making new friends -- whether you want to or not.
So far in this episode I have been extremely disappointed. Marquel was sent home (but really, who would choose Marquel over Jesse?), and despite the fact that ABC tricked me into believing that someone went out into the jungle and got lost and cried… That didn’t happen.
I can’t explain how mad I was when I realized there were four hours of this show on in a row, but here we are. And to be honest, it was pretty entertaining.
To start off this week, we were able to watch the couples interact immediately following the rose ceremony. It was everything.
All week I have been patiently waiting to see the scandal between Michelle K. and one of the crew members on the set — and it did not disappoint.
What do you get when you bring 11 hot past Bachelor/Bachelorette contestants to a tiny hut in Mexico? Pretty much exactly what you would expect.
When you’re in the thick of a broken heart, it’s hard to see any good in it. It’s hard to see any good in anything — a gorgeous day, a delicious meal, a great work out, your favorite movie — it all seems blah and bland and somehow reminds you of that person you just can’t be with anymore.
Twist ending: Nick was a creepy staaaaaalker.
Just over a month ago I embarked on my first catfishing experience.
This season's Men Tell All can be summed up in 4 words: Marquel, cookie pins, scarves, racism. Actually, I probably could have stopped at Marquel. Seriously you guys, what a lame Men Tell All.
Finally, we have made it to my favorite week: Fantasy Dates! AKA Have Sex With 3 People Who All Know Each Other in One Week Dates!
Hometown dates, y'all!