Night 1
After last week's Rose Ceremony, the mansion is looking almost as disheveled as Chad's psyche.
The tension in the house remains full of testosterone. So the announcement of the next one-on-one date can only bring a calming presence to a room full of surly dudes.
One-on-One
Chase and Jojo head off to work on their downward dog.
With a super awkward yoga date comes a super shirtless Chase.
Someone's totally going to fart.
Through heavy breathing and lap-sitting, Chase may seem simple, but those biceps are about to school Jojo.
Back at the house, Chad continues to whine.
"Why didn't I get a date? Why not me? Why is my nose bleeding? Why are my pants wet?"
While being hypnotized by Chase's bod, Jojo says "I've only known him for week but..."
Girl please. That was basically Juliet's thought process too.
And then she died.
HERE WE ARE FOLKS.
FIRST PRIVATE CONCERT OF THE SEASON.
"I feel completed."
Okay, Jerry Maguire.
Are you gonna show her the money next?
Impress her with some quick facts?
Group Date
Woah.
Big date.
Big dudes.
The sheer girth of this date is terrifying.
Tonight the gentlemen will be participating in essentially, The Vagina Monologues... but for dudes.
Evan went where almost every other guy in the house has gone and called Chad out on his veiny meat stick arms.
In a sad attempt to prove a point, Chad tried to kiss Jojo but was DE.NIED.
According to Chad, no girl on planet earth ever chooses Evan for ANYTHING (besides fathering her three children).
Aside from James Taylor's adorable swing dancing date with Jojo, Chad downing root vegetables, and a lack of cocktail party, not much else happened in this episode.
Side bar: James Taylor is a poetic and noble cinnamon bun with tweets that mirror his heart of gold.
Night 2
A warning for Chad, a fake apology for Evan, and an unsuspecting bachelorette.
Well then...
This will be fun.
I am thoroughly entertained by the synchronized swimming routine choreographed by none other than Corky Sinclair.
Yeah, Jordan. Caress that kneecap.
Nothing turns a girl on like someone massaging her patellas.
"Even Chad seems to be having fun." CUT TO: Chad alone eating a live pigeon poolside with an entire head of iceberg lettuce.
If Chad says "like" one more time I'm going to reach through the TV and shove 18 raw sweet potatoes into his pompous gob.
Derek fills Jojo in on the drama with Captain Calorie Counter, leading the latter to act like a 12 year old girl.
"Why would you not watch the show?"
"Because I have a job and a life."
Rose Ceremony
We know Chad sticks around because we have another hour and a half of this bullshit.
We say goodbye to Prince Ali, Santa, and Christian.
One-on-One
Luke is ready to finally get some alone time with Jojo and scare her off with his low-key desperation.
He chops wood and prepares the mechanism for their forest hot tub experience, nearly scalding Jojo in the process.
Throughout their boring-ass conversation, Luke rarely looks Jojo in the face.
He keeps staring off into the distance (at producers because he doesn't know what to say).
After a tender moment (or 5), Jojo and Luke mack it a bit before heading over to ANOTHER country concert to mack it in front of hundreds of strangers.
After a steamy evening of public affection and depressing death stories, Jojo thinks Luke would make a great husband.
Where's the surprise private Fetty Wap concert?
Chad spends his time watching a bear while soaking his meaty calves in the hot tub.
The cameras keep panning to his muscles and I can't help but notice his body is reminiscent of Steve Rogers' once he was pumped full of American spirit and ethnocentrism.
Or like, if the he was hulking out and just stopped mid-way.
Group Date
Naturally, physical competition is used to boost ratings.
More blood.
More bruises.
And apparently... rapists.
Really, ABC?
Ben Roethlisberger?
The football skirmish takes an ugly turn when precious newborn baby James Taylor gets clipped in the eye and competes for the rest of the date looking like a taller, southern Rudy Ruettiger.
Jordan's reliving the glory days while Evan ends up bleeding for the second time this episode.
Anyone got a tampon?
The winning team gets some intimate time with our Bachelorette while the other guys get benched.
Robby comes out of the woodwork in his taupe loafers, rosette-clad lapels, and creepy AF voice.
Go home Robby.
According to the season teaser, you have a girlfriend at home ANYWAY.
Two-on-One
Before heading off on his date with Mike, Chad threatens Baby Rogers and demonstrates just how much of a sad, insecure human he really is.
A considerably awesome/awkward silence fills the room as the guys wait with bated breath to join Jojo to by helicopter.
This may be the most uncomfortable outdoor excursion meant to end in romance in the history of romantic outdoor excursions.
For someone who doesn't want to talk about drama and the other guy on the date, Alex sure does seem super jazzed about dropping the Chad bomb.
"I'm not an aggressive guy." Says the man who has torn a shirt, bloodied his knuckles, threatened the lives of others, and had personal security detail assigned to his person.
I think Chad is forgetting one small detail...
EVERYTHING YOU DO IS CAUGHT ON CAMERA.
Serves him right to get left in the woods while Jojo goes off to cuddle with Alex in a tent or something.
Knock, knock.
Chaddy's home.
Can we get some more security up in here, please?
