This week's show started off at what looked to be a party of some sort. Maybe it was a club. No matter. What was really important was that Jodi and Alton were canoodling, a subtle story arc that's been teased to us for the past several weeks (although, according to Danny and other blabbing stars of the show, Alton and Jodi had been hooking up as early as that first fight night with Mark Long). If we actually cared about these two and their potential romance, this would have been the stuff dreams are made of. But since we don't really care at all, it was instead a wonderful opportunity to maybe refill a beverage or perhaps check email.

Nevertheless, I stayed in front of the TV (blogger obligation), and listened as Alton naively said, "Hopefully, we're building a real relationship. A real relationship that will last beyond Tobago." Yes, and as we all know, most "real relationships" are built on a foundation of pushing trucks full of cinder blocks across a golf course.

We then saw footage of Alton and Jodi locking lips, at which point Jillian came on screen to say, "Alton and Jodi seem to really enjoy each other's company." That's putting it mildly. Sort of like saying on Jillian's first night of Road Rules, she played footsie with Patrick. (They had sex.)

The next morning, Jodi expressed fear that maybe she was just a worthless rebound girl -- a benchmark on Alton's post-Irulan career. And so she consulted Kina and Ibis -- or as I like to call them, The Council of Intelligence -- and listened to what they had to say about the situation. Honest to god, I can't remember anything of this conversation, and I only saw it thirty-five minutes ago. They're that vapid.