The setting is the gorgeous Curacao, and the top 3 choices for the fantasy suites (should they so choose) are for Sean, Arie & Jef-with-one-f. Based on bare chests alone, I'd say Sean is the proper choice, but I know there's gotta be more than a hot chest to make a relationship work. Besides, he hasn't told her he loves her yet, right? (*rolling eyes*)
Sean's date is up first, and they hop on a chopper to take in the beautiful sights of Curacao before landing on a private island {man that chest looks divine in that deep v-neck doesn't it?}. They chatter about love & relationships, and though Emily is chompin' on the bit to hear those three little words, he instead suggests they go snorkelling. A candlelit dinner on the beach and a verbal prompt from her, just wondering how he feels, prompts a letter that Sean composed for Ricki, provided it works out for the two of them. The letter was super sweet, super eloquent, and it nearly brought a tear to my own eye. That letter's gotta make him a shoe-in for a spot in the final two, don'tcha think? Finally, the foreplay is over, and Sean confesses what she's wanting to hear all this time, and she can then cross his name off the "Men that told me that they love me on the Bachelorette", list. As if on cue, the offer to forego their individual rooms is on the table, and though she expresses her desire to stay up all night long with him (well duh! name me ONE woman in America who WOULDN'T!), she ends up sending him home, sans a-beddin'.
Jef-with-one-f's date is up next, and they head to a ship in the beautiful blue water {for the life of me I can't understand why Emily hasn't decided to put her hair up during these windy dates. Watching her push the hair out of her lipgloss is getting so, so very old}. They chat about how good of a parent Jef will be and they sail and kiss into the sunset. Jef-with-one-f has long-confessed his love for her, so there's no doubt that he could be one of the final two. They share dinner on the beach and talk about their potential future, and she confesses she'd move to whereever he was. I think they kinda look odd together -he looks like her son, in my opinion, but I do like him. He's very well-versed, very polite, and even though it appears to be a very Mrs. Robinson-esque affair, they do share a very strong connection {those damn crickets or whatever they hell they are are driving me effing bonkers!}. Ever the gentleman, out of respect for Ricki and his own religious family, he opts out of the overnight part of the fantasy suite, a decision that Emily had already decided, and she was very delighted that they had shared the same view point.And finally, Arie's one-on-one date is upon us. They chill out on a catamaran {oh my God there she goes again with the hair down and the wind whipping it around. Pass the woman a scrunchie for Jebus sake} and swim with dolphins. Every single chance she gets she confesses to the camera how much she looooovves kissing Arie. The physical connection is there. And she's already refused two 'overnight' rendez-vous so far, so she must be friggin horny by now. They make their way to their dinner table {Arie, those skinny jeans are a complete fiasco and they make me question your preferences. Really.}. He toasts to them and to their "evening", complete with a wink, capitalizing on his smarm. To me, their conversation was awkward, and led me to believe that he's in no way, shape, or form ready to be a daddy. Perhaps he feels that awkwardness too, because he steers the conversation back to "them" as a couple, which gives him time to conjure up how one earns a child's trust. This seems to assure her that Ricki would love to be Arie's "best buddy". And despite how much she looooovesss to kiss Arie, Emily's
Obviously her inner struggle has even affected her fashion decision because she waltzes in for the rose ceremony in the most hideous of all get-ups that I've ever seen. Mismatched jewels, a tinfoil skirt & a tank top just ready for a sweat at the gym. Oh, and NOW she opts to put her hair up? While she's inside? All three men have recorded messages for her - all sincere, and she had a look of horror on her face through each one. To all of America's horror, though, in the end, she chose smarm over charm, and sent Sean packing. I have one question, and one question alone: "WHY!??!!?". And, I look very forward to a return of gorgeous Sean in his own season of the Bachelor.
*Quote from Sean, and perhaps the leading line for the next season of the Bachelor? Hey Chris Harrison, are you reading?
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