We start with a 1:1 date with Nick V. aka Lithgow because Andi has some lingering doubts about him - maybe that we all suspect he's a serial killer in waiting?! I think it's the way he stares at everyone, with his head tilted down and peering at you as if he were wearing glasses but isn't. And he always sounds like he has something in his mouth - overly spitty like he's juggling some marbles a la My Fair Lady. In case you couldn't guess, I really don't like him :-P
Next we went on our group date which brought the guys to a very old building to take lie-detector tests. We found out that Dylan doesn't like to wash his hands, the Bachelor Farmer Chris is the secret admirer, that all of the men have passed gas in public, and that none of them can understand Italian accents. The question was "Have you ever fought in public?" not "Have you ever fart(ed) in public?" Given their collective lack of testosterone at least this made them all sound like tough guys and not just dudes with uncontrollable flatulence.
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Dylan left after his questioning because he had a tummy ache. Apparently he took his mime training very seriously from last week because he felt the need to point to his ouchies instead of using verbal ques (aka WORDS). From there we cut to a very uncomfortable sauna view of Cody and Nick - the tension was palpable if you know what I mean.
The last one-on-one date went to Cody aka Cupee. He was pink with barely controlled glee at having some time alone with his best gal. They joined the Juliet Club in replying back to some desperate pleas for help from strangers writing to a fictitious woman. In his cutaway interviews he started tearing up - why, I have no idea. Alarms starting blaring as he hit Stage 5 Clinger at dinner; gushing about how he can't wait to bring her home and is so excited about their relationship, etcetera. Andi cut him off, pulled out her crocodile tears, and sent him home. "I'm SO surprised!!" said no one.
Throw in some obligatory gondola rides and you're all caught up. On to the rose ceremony! I was really distracted by Andi's racer-back sequin dress so only caught the gist that Lithgow is solidified as the villain this season (why does anyone see him as a threat??), and J.J. is a very sore loser. I expected him to cross his arms and pout on the walk out to the exit limo, but I happily settled for his tears. I really am evil, aren't I? Meh, you probably knew that already anyway ;)
We are whittled down to 6 as we head to Brussels next week! Josh M. wants everyone to know how smart he is by toasting "To Belgium!" Apparently he's not just a pretty face - there are some brain cells firing up there too!
See you Monday :)
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