Now that it's winding down to the end (thank goodness), there seems to be even less of a need for Chris Harrison to bother showing up and hosting the show. We don't even see him here at the beginning of the program! Rather, we are subjected to a saucy looking Jen riding freestyle on a jetski. Where was our gracious host to guide us along and narrate what was going on? Instead, we get Jen narrating for us. She explains that we have jumped into the final "intimate" dates with the men.

The first rendezvous is with John Paul in Bermuda. And just because you're in Bermuda, does not mean you have to wear Bermuda shorts. Ever the fashion catastrophe, John Paul appeared in what looked to be my grandmother's wallpaper wrapped around his legs. The two lay on the beach for about five minutes, when it started to rain. They then huddled beneath John Paul's hairlip for cover and warmth.

Later that evening, the two walked through a circular arch plunked into the sand, as Jen's inner tour guide took over to explain that it was a moongate - a symbol of love, luck and marriage in Bermuda. But apparently, only in Bermuda. Which does these two diddly. And it only works if you're wearing Bermuda shorts, which would explain John Paul's earlier choice of wardrobe.

They had dinner on the beach and their conversation sounded like they were reading lines off a teleprompter a la Anthony LaPaglia at the Grammys. Jen fished out an envelope which held a hotel keycard in it, and let John Paul decide if they should spend the night together or go to their separate rooms. Surprise surprise, he opted for the Fantasy Suite with Jen. But first Jen had another surprise in store. It was a burning skid on the beach!! Aw, how romantic. Suddenly, BOOM! BANG!! BOOM! Oh yes, here's the "REAL" surprise - a private fireworks show for the two of them. Too bad John Paul practically pissed his pants when the first firework went off.

Number of kisses between these two: 25. Number of times I threw up just a little in my mouth: 50. (That's two heaves for every hairy lip smooch.) The two eventually made their way from the living room to the "upstairs" of the Fantasy Suite. Hmm, what could possibly be going on "upstairs?" Judging from Jen and her men, there's absolutely NOTHING going on upstairs.

The next date belonged to Jerry, and it featured a picnic, lots of wind, and a game of croquet. Unfortunately, Jen did not pull a Nicolette Sheridan a la Knots Landing and play strip croquet. Instead she whacked her ball back and forth and giggled like she knew what she was doing. Meanwhile, Jerry sat back and watched, having whacked his balls around all week already and who by now, was completely spent. It would've been way more fun had the mallets they were using been live flamingos.