I was fairly disappointed when Larissa didn’t pick Brian. I didn’t feel bad for her in the least when it turned out that shallow, pretty-boy, jock Gil ran screaming because her ex was Fabio.
What kind of world do we live in where a man feels so threatened by a romance cover model with long hair that he has to judgementally freak out on a former beauty contestant…holy crap. Nevermind. Now I see what’s wrong. The whole construct is entirely unbelievable.
Poor Brian. Just postulating here, but I bet if Larissa had picked him and told him, like a NORMAL person, he would have said “Fabio? You mean the swishy guy that a bird flew into and broke his nose? Hah. Well, we’ve already proved that you’d pick me over a guy like that, so, you know, that’s a funny anecdote, now let’s get some chowdah.”
Not that I really care. I was telling someone last night how I need more willpower to not watch so much tv. He pointed out that what I really need is “won’t” power as in: “I won’t watch so much TV!”
But then I went home and watched The O.C., Las Vegas (oh Sean Astin, I wished you’d died because you’d eaten that money, that would have been awesome), Angel and tidbits of Average Joe. That’s won’t power for ya.