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Are you ready for love?
Back after a one-year-hiatus is everyone’s favourite QUEST FOR LOVE.
Twenty-five contestants. One single Bachelor.
And psssst … the hearts on the line this season come in ALL flavours
Whether you watch it (or pretend you don’t watch it) you can’t miss THIS SEASON at the Mansion …
Will you accept this rose? [7:30 Friday starting July THIS YEAR]
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IsaacRates: In this week’s video we discuss the returning season of everyone’s guilty pleasure! We are so ready for another season of drama, hopeful hearts and watch-party drinking games as hopefuls gather at the mansion once again. And we’ve been teased with Britain’s first bisexual slash pansexual Bachelor … predictions are running hot on who the mystery man or person could be. Our bets at IRR are placed on Britain’s out-and-proud bisexual rugby king, Nick Nelson, who plays on the English team and is known to be single. Think our guess is wrong? Watch the video and leave your prediction in the comments! Don’t forget to subscribe to Isaac Rates (Pop Culture) or switch over to my IsaacRatesReads channel.
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It’s clocked over to two hundred times that Charlie has thought, how did I let Elle rope me into this. And it’s only Day Two. They have ninety more days to go trapped in a sprawling poolside mansion when they’re not being shunted around the English countryside among a busload of strangers. One of whom all of the others are supposed to try to fall in love with. While they are being recorded. For an audience. Of the entire fucking British nation.
It wouldn’t have even happened at all if their local hadn’t abruptly announced an indefinite hiatus of their weekly trivia night. As a trivia team, the people they got together with around a table Friday nights fit together seamlessly, providing just the right amount of hilarity and social outlet. As friends with nothing else to do but chat and drink in a noisy pub though? The dynamic with the others was off, all-out awkward. (A couple of them were even allocishet.) Tori, Charlie and Elle had messaged each other frantically about it, not wanting to lose their perfect trivia team to an awkward social dynamic making everyone drift off. They unanimously decided to put a pause on Fridays at the pub until trivia was back.
Elle, Charlie and Tori had tried to find an alternative. None of them really enjoyed the pub for its own sake without the competition of the trivia night. Tori vetoed joining a board game club and ‘going out to dinner’ was expensive and too stressful for recovered anorectic Charlie. Tori vetoed clubbing and neither Charlie nor Elle could quite muster the courage or the energy to try that just the two of them. They trialled a Friday night movie night but it was excruciating trying to pick a movie at least two of them didn’t hate.
‘We need a new dynamic,’ Tori intones at the two of them, as they sit across a kitchen table from each other trying to enjoy and to remember the rules of poker.
‘We need more friends,’ Charlie moans, leaning back in his chair. He cannot remember what his hand is supposed to end up as.
‘We just need … something … not this,’ says Elle, and she dramatically sweeps the cards and chips to one side of the table, mangling them all together. Charlie and Tori make near-identical thank-god sounds, throwing their cards on top. By unanimous agreement they leave the mess to clean up later and retreat to the lounge room of Tori’s flat, each with their own lap blanket and screen in front of their face.
It’s Tori who wanders back into the kitchen and pulls down the Pimms.
It’s Elle who laughs at something on her Facebook that pops up on her phone, then pinches Tori’s laptop to bring up the full website.
It’s Charlie who, tickled by the idea of it, eggs Elle on with the most over-the-top sentences he can think of, to describe them both.
It’s an open mystery among the three of them and the third round of cocktails who it was who clicked: Send Application.