After the barrage of emotional meltdowns we witnessed starring the entire cast of The Bachelorette, I have little evidence pointing to the season 11 marketing ploy that Kaitlyn was the most fun choice of women vying to find true love. We were promised quirky dates, lots of laughter and crazy adventures. Seven episodes in, we’ve enjoyed panic attacks, running mascara and tension one could cut with a knife when Kaitlyn enters a room.
I imagine the sales guys over at Pfizer are frantically calling Fleiss right now, pitching Xanax as the official anti-anxiety medication of each rose ceremony. Maybe the ABC Psychotherapist could crunch some up and sprinkle it into the morning mimosas? Or maybe I should take one myself before watching?
Oh wait. I’m already doing that.
In a nutshell, nerves have officially been exposed and everyone is over-tired. The fact that Kaitlyn did the dirty dirty with Nick does not help her mental state. Let the record show that SHE DOES NOT FEEL GUILTY. She’s just reeeeeeeaaaaaalllllly nervous that people will find out. And by “people” I mean Gosling.
Let me refresh your memory in case you have forgotten where we left off last week. Here’s a quick beta cap from episode 6:
Ian complaining. Ian offending. Kaitlyn “Oh no you didn’t-ing.” Ian leaving. Nick swooping. Nicklyn snogging. Nick one-on-one-ing. Bird freaking. Nick protecting. Cathedral kissing. Lincee head shaking. More church kissing. Arch kissing. Suite inviting. Microphone recording. Couch kissing. Door slamming. Heavy breathing. MICROPHONE RECORDING. Rooster crowing. Nick smiling. Kaitlyn regretting. Balcony Mesnicking. Irish waking. Gosling brooding. Gosling door knocking. Kaitlyn eye widening. Stay tuning.