Au Revoir, Pascal!

Or should I say Adieu?

I’m not surprised at all about last night’s Golden Bachelorette departure.

I confess that I was kinda crushing on Pascal myself. He had that great accent and designer undies.

And, because he owns hair salons, his boo would never have to pay for a blow-out or highlights again in her life!

But even though he was on a reality TV show, he seemed to display an intelligence and depth that some of the other men lacked.

His sad backstory story was the real deal. He was a broke founder who built a mini hair empire, including his own product line.

Honestly, I sensed he was a little too complex and sophisticated for Joan. She is vanilla ice cream (perhaps even low-fat and sugar-free), and he came off as a rich mousse.

And, when Pascal said buh-bye (or adieu, if you prefer), Joan seemed most upset by the fact she was broken up with.

Hey, girl! You have two other hot-ish guys waiting for you. And yes…you’re in freakin’ Tahiti!!!!

Why are you whining that you’re “unloveable?” It’s starting to get annoying and exhausting.

If I hear that stuff about “feeling safe” again, I will throw something at the TV. But then I might crack the screen and be unable to watch “Men Tell All” and the multi-hour finale.

But hang in there, dear readers. And I will too.

Joan may not find love. But I’ll get my Wednesday nights back. And I’ll be compelled to write about reality rather than reality TV.

And, as we say in Paris, “À la prochaine!”

Credit: ABC