Dot Dot Dot

Gag me.  It was another boring, whiney day on The Bachelorette.

On the first (and only) one-on-one date of the evening, Ashley took another opportunity to do "normal" things on a date.  At first, this was endearing, now it's just pissing me off.  The only thing that made this date worth watching was Ben F.  I just want to look at him all day.  Who wouldn't drink his wine?

During the group date, Ashley took another opportunity to wear nothing but a cheap sports bra.  I own a cheap sports bra from Target as well.  But here's the difference between Ashley and me:  I'm not on national television.  Well, I'm not on national television today, anyway.  :)

Ashley thought it would be fun to have the guys pretend to be heavyweight champions.  They took turns hopping into the ring and taking shots at one another, but the spotlight was on poor, dear Ames.  He sported the ugly pink shorts with a smile on his face and then he took a hard hit to the head by none other than Ryan (who's weighing in at a hefty 140).  Any other guy would probably be embarrassed by putting his lack of athleticism on display, but not Ames.  So not only am I mad that they would do something as stupid as having amateurs fight one another, but I'm really pissed off because Ashley didn't even hop in the ambulance with Ames!  She just stood there talking about how bad she felt.  I can see how bad you feel Ashley.  If I remember correctly, you just continued to flounce around in your sports bra and talk about how you wished Bentley had been there to kick the sh*t out of someone.  

Then, we have the two-on-one date that everyone has to get all dramatic about.  "The dreaded two-on-one date."  On this date, we have some shady business going on with my dear William.  After he tells Ashley some weird crap about Ben C., I decide to fall out of love with him.  What was really weird though, is how Ashley didn't even take the time to talk with Ben about it.  "I have to send you home Ben.  I don't date guys who do online dating.  It's too public."  That's not how the conversation really went, but she was really bitchy about it.  Not only did she send Ben C. home, she also sent William packing.  It was a good thing I had already fallen out of love with him.  I don't miss him so much now.  Overall, the whole date was weird and I couldn't wait for the commercial break.   

I was in a constant state of frustration during the entire cocktail party.  First, I couldn't hear a damn thing over the sounds of the mating wildlife in the background.  Second, and even more frustrating, Ashley was moping around, feeling sorry for herself again because Bentley left with the "dot dot dot."  It's called an ellipses Ashley.  You may recognize it by its overuse by social networkers.  It's also called Bentley's excuse for leaving you, because he was too chicken sh*t to tell you the truth.  It meant nothing; a filler for when someone doesn't have a real thought.

In conclusion, we left with Ashley whining around about needing closure with Bentley.  I completely understand.  Who doesn't need closure after a failed 12 hour whirlwind romance?...

(yes, pun intended)