'Bachelorette' Episode 8: Jillian 1, Wes 0.
Tonight's episode begins in Madrid. The show starts with Jillian thinking out loud about the boys. We get a lot of rehashing of previous intimacies that she has shared with the final four.
This may be cool for those who are just tuning in, but we who have been watching since the start don’t need this rehashing. Blah blah blah … we learn nothing new, and I will never get these last seven minutes of my life back.
Kiptyn is first up and they are both enjoying Spain. They talk about his family -- who Jillian says she likes -- which is strange because they were certainly the oddest of the families.
Kip tells her that a proposal is likely out of the question by the time the show is over. Jillian appears to disagree, which proves her idealistic views regarding love and romance.
They take a flamenco dancing class, and I’m digging the dance instructor -- she’s cool. I haven’t seen choreography this stiff though since the Lee Harvey Oswald prison transfer (in the movie JFK, of course, as I’m just a bit too young to remember it). “Flamenco and me should never hang out again,” Kip says. Never a truer statement has been made.
After dance class, they take a scooter ride around Madrid, and Kip practically takes out a parking pole near the restaurant. At dinner, Jillian is concerned that Kip’s tight Flamenco suit may have “ruined the boys.”
Naturally, the subject of kids comes up. They eat escargot. Yuck. Their conversation seems natural and honest. Senor camarero (the waiter) brings a letter from Chris saying that they can choose to take a room together for a, ahem, nightcap. Jillian inexplicably rejects the chance to spend the night with him, but says she wants to cuddle.
Kip says he respects her decision, and calls down to housekeeping to ensure the water is extra cold for his shower later. They cuddle and kiss goodnight at her door.
Reid is next and they are in Seville. They go to a bakery and have trouble with the Spanish language, but Reid is doing his damndest to try. My Spanish may be pretty weak, but Reid appears to be talking in Italian. Jillian tells the camera that Reid isn’t the guy she pictures herself with, but she loves the way he makes her feel (the way he makes her feel). Had to throw in a Michael Jackson reference…
They take a picnic on the bench and they have a somewhat awkward conversation. They kiss. After the commercial it’s nighttime and they dine by a body of water.
Jillian appears slightly intoxicated before the meal arrives. Their dinner conversation is as awkward as their lunch banter, but they seem to be happy. The spark they share isn’t as palpable as the one she shares with Kip.
Here comes the nightcap card, and Reid is leaving the decision up to her, as it’s the “gentleman thing to do.”
