Now is as good a time as any to tell you that I’m having a lot of trouble processing the cloaks factor of Monday night’s episode. I’m anxious to get to it. Pray this entire recap isn’t riddled with references to cloaks and types of people who wear capes, because it’s sort of the dominant gene in this pool right now.
I AM SO GLAD IT’S OVER. This guy is the dictionary definition of a drag of a human being who is less properly equipped for finding love than Bambino’s balls are equipped for making new Bambinos. But I’ll pity a ball-less (ballsless? balllless?) Bambino who’s none the wiser before I’ll feel even an ounce of pity for a privileged winemaker who lists among his allergies Quality Ladies and My Own Tears. I feel like Ben should go on to write a book entitled, “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Assholes.” I think it would be a New York Times best-seller for how accurate and effective it is for becoming an asshole.