The Bachelor Premiere Watch: Juan Pablo Galavis Has Quite The Crop
Juan “Ze Bach-e-lor” Pablo is ready for amor, America: because he speaks ze language of loooooove. A language built on passion, “the right reasons,” shirtlessness, and television. It’s about the journey, you guys: and ABC is here to bring us on its 18th jaunt down the True Love Superhighway that is The Bachelor. Helmed by our master of ceremonies and America’s cheerleading uncle of love, Chris Harrison, the first-ever Latino Bachelor got his start on the series with a bunch of nutters. Buckle up, kids: we're in for a very melodramatic ride.
This year — given Juan Pablo’s immense popularity — there were 27 women instead of 25: a whole two more ladies to pretend to have some nominal interest in. How will he handle it? After all, as Juanie’s cousin told us in “The Countdown to Juan Pablo” special that aired the night before, he dates like he’s the goddamned United Nations. So many different types of women have seen the inside of Juan Pablo’s heart: blondes, brunettes, redheads. Models, actresses, even DJs: whoa there, champ! The variety is staggering. Boggles the mind, really. He could probably solve world peace with his penis.
Though that’s certainly not a trick he picked up from previous Bachelor, Sean Lowe, the most shirtless man that’s ever existed in the world (outside of his hero, Adam. From the Bible). Though he did come along to give some tips about kissing, because, you know, that’s what happens when a boy and a girl like each other very much and want to commit under the eyes of the flying obelisk that is ABC (the ‘C’ stands for chastity!).
But I’m getting ahead of myself: first we should talk about the ladies as individuals. Since they proved themselves to be very unique snowflakes with thoughts and ideas and opinions all their own, one and all — just read their bios and you'll see. That they just so happen to make up one of the whitest casts of ladies we’ve ever seen? Well, I mean, hey — didn’t you notice that the Bachelor himself is not totally and strictly white? I suppose if there’s something that can be written off as diversity at the top, the rest of the cast doesn’t matter. Sigh.
Though conventional, outward attraction does matter — especially when you’re searching for True Love. (Nobody wants to spend eternity with an uggo with a nice personality. GROSS!) Some girls think Juan Pablo is the “hottest” Bachelor the show has ever seen, while others consider him the “sexiest.” Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Only time will tell! After all, this is both a process AND a journey, so it takes a lot of deep thought and meditation on the matter. Besides, “Juan Pablo Fever has reached epidemic proportions!” according the Harrison, so I think it’s safe to say that everyone’s vision is a little clouded — I mean, hopefully that’s just Juan Pablo Fever.
As for the women, there was Nikki from St. Louis, Amy from Orlando in her best pageant shoes from 1992, and Christy from Chicago. Next up was Cassandra from Michigan; a former NBA dancer with lots to say. Renee from Sarasota professed a love of rollerblading and paddle boarding because it’s always 1985 in Florida. The first one to play the suck-up-to-Juan-Pablo’s-daughter game, having given him a bracelet for Camila, was Christine from Miami. She’s a police support specialist (so she fetches doughnuts? I only make that joke because my brother’s a cop now so it’s cool don’t get mad).
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