Could you explain what went through your mind at the mansion door when you saw the seven Beauties coming out of their cars?
— Éric L
Ah, God was very kind to me that morning: I wasn’t exposed to them all at once. The geeks drove up in our Mini Coopers (it felt like my knees were pinned against the dashboard), stood in front of the mansion while the host talked to us for a couple minutes, then got escorted inside—they brought us through a curtain and into a room where we plopped down until the pairing ceremonies began. The only guy who saw all the beauties at once was Chuck and, well, they showed what happened when he tried to introduce himself.
The rest of us sat around and waited, wondering what lay behind curtain #1, and then Krystal walked through. She sounded very confident, very sure of herself and damn, was she a hottie… (Hey, I don’t meet NBA cheerleaders face-to-face all that often, okay?) After she left, we just kept looking around at each other—who was going out there? It took a minute or two before Brad stood up and decided to be her partner.
Richard left next—we didn’t hear his “Hello, ladies!”, but we eventually heard someone blurt out, “He looks like Urkel!” Ouch…
Shortly thereafter, Scarlet walked into the room and damn, another hottie! In retrospect, the biggest reason I chose to be her partner was because my parents really wanted me to go to my senior prom. I felt no need to go—I wasn’t much for parties in the first place—but they really wanted me to go, so… During the course of the next couple weeks, I managed to ask one girl to the prom: an exchange student from Brazil. Scarlet was originally from Nicaragua, so when she left the room, I stroked my chin and said “Hmmmmm…” Thankfully, I didn’t need to build up the nerve to say “I’ll do it!”—Bill told me to “go get ‘er”, so I did.
After that, it was a matter of seeing each girl individually while everyone was hunting for rooms or when we got together once the pairing ceremonies were over. Had we seen them all in a single moment, I might have had trouble picking my chin off the floor, the others might have been stammering like Chuck, Richard might have collapsed into orgasmic convulsions… it’s probably best that the producers tried to spread out our exposure to the beauties a little longer.
