Episode Report Card Daniel: D | 30 USERS: C- YOU GRADE IT Did I Shave My Chest for This?
By Daniel | Season 13 | Episode 1 | Aired on 2008.05.19
DeAnna strolls out in front of the assembled men, and thanks them for putting their hearts on the line, calling herself the luckiest woman in the world again. That said, here's who stays: Ron, 36, a barbershop owner from Kansas City. Graham, 29, the professional basketball player who manages bars but plans to start a sick-child-helping charity (!). Eric, 31, the Greek senior analyst from Boston. ABC's website informs us his hometown is "Greece." Opa! Robert, 28, the chef from San Francisco. Sean and his mullet, 33, the martial arts master from Crestwood, Ky. Ryan, 28, the virginal pro football player from Lakeville, Minn. Chris, 29, in medical sales, from Dallas, who looks like a less-doofy version of Adam Carolla. Paul, 23, a sales manager from Edmonton. "Told ya I'd put my clothes on," he says. He'd better wear an Oilers shirt at some point. Fred, 30, the Chicago lawyer. Twilley, 33, the debt manager from Dallas. Jason, 31, an account executive from Kirkland, Wash. Chris strolls out for his "one rose left!" unnecessariness. "When you're ready," he says. Well, don't interrupt her, then. Brian, 31, the grey-haired football coach from Fort Worth. ("Texas," she clarifies, while Indiana Brian smiles tight-lipped. Indiana wants him, Deanna not so much.)
So much for Luke the oyster farmer and Chandler from Georgia, who bitches about the guy who lifted up his shirt. "I could have done that, too!" he whines, forgetting that Indiana Brian wasn't chosen either. Greg the third-person talker says he wants to be with DeAnna, but will not compromise. He says he's a "fucking prince among men." Then he actually rips off his shirt and flexes his tattooed muscles. And he starts literally howling, which would be more of a surprise if we didn't go to commercial break every single time for the past two hours watching a clip of that happening. Meanwhile, inside, DeAnna toasts the fifteen men who presumably were chosen because they are less douchebaggy than that guy. At least, so far.