Espana!
It it were possible to ruin the romantic idea of Spain leave it to Jillian and her band of merry fools. It’s no secret that I’ve always wanted to go there but it my choices were with a guy whose mother clearly hated me; another guy whose various neuroses made Woody Allen look calm in comparison; Nick Burns, your company’s Computer Guy; and John Mayer in cowboy bats, I’d place myself on the No Fly List.
First of all, I’m not sure why we really needed two episodes of Fantasy Dates, especially since Ed was the only one who managed to weasel himself an invite. If I wanted to watch a somewhat tragic girl turn down potential sexual sure things, I’d board a time machine, travel back to my college days and watch me flounder into relationship mediocrity, but I digress. I was also struck by how boring the dates were. Jillian and Kip play dress up and learn the flamenco. Just like The Amazing Race except 1oo% lamer. Jillian and Reid make sandwiches. Honestly, why does everything with her seem like an ordeal? “Hurry, let’s race kayaks to get to the farmer’s market!” or “Let’s try to order lunch meat in a foreign language!” Of course, nothing can top Jillian and Ed’s carriage ride of missed eye contact and abandonment followed by a romp in the fountain. Seriously, I thought people stopped randomly jumping in fountains shortly after college graduation, but what do I know? After all that, a bike ride with Wes may seem like child’s play or at least an awkward interlude involving one-legged birds and spilt beer. Are any of those things at all fantasy-related? I mean, I honestly can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had about eating cold cuts with my beloved after a bike ride.
Of course, the climax of this episode was the absense of Chris Harrisonthe shocking non-revelation that Wes probably has a girlfriend and is very much not into Jillian, yet still wants to hit up the Fantasy Suite. I’m more shocked at the idea that he and his manager thought that acting the fool on national television would sell records. Are they using Johnny Fairplay’s remarkable reality television show career as a template? Alas, even more distressing was Jillian’s unfortunate decision to wear a swan as dress to the Rose Ceremony. I’m afraid that we’re this close to animal pelts or togas.
