Back to Bradley: he chose the sweet Nicole, who was a great pick. Of course, once again, we get another sweaty date bouncing on trampolines. This is something I would do with my three-year-old son, not something I would do on a date! After the jumping and sweating and racing Brad showed his true colors at dinner with his lack of compliments and lousy wit. The only thing I have to agree with Bradley about is that you don’t need to flaunt your cash to get the girl. Sorry Patti, I have to side with douche-boy on this one.
Bradley, remember the scene in Jerry McGuire when she says, “You had me at hello?” Well, you had us at goodbye. Looks like it’s back to your two thousand Facebook pals and dating another 400 women for you.