Paige last night--that little 8th-grade girl they cast on For Lover Money:
"You know when you're about to jump off a cliff? You can't look down, you just have to run and do it? That's how I felt."
Hmmmm. No Paige, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with how I feel right before I jump off a cliff.
Not a literal one anyway. I've always assumed I would have that experience at most one time.
The one big downside to them telling the pathetic bachelor about the money is that now I think he'll go for the woman (or girl, in this case) who he thinks is most sincere, most in love, and most naïve. So he'll pick that annoying little ditz Paige. Ugh. I guess it would be better than that cheap hussy Kelly getting her hands on the cash. Not a chance in hell she'd pick him over the money. And I think he's smart enough to realize that.
Of course I could have already been proven wrong.
I'm just breakfasting over the show on my Tivo this morning, posting as if it's playing out realtime, because it is for me.
Now unfortunately, there aren't a lot of good choices left. He's down to three, and Erin has yet to set me on fire, but at least she's not hideous like those other two. (That promise ring to herself, is the dumbest thing I've ever heard of, for starters.)