In a finale almost as anti-climactic as that of this cycle’s Top Model , Simeon (Dave calls him “Slimeon” — with a long “i”) won the pick-up douche title, surprising no one. Not even Slimeon seemed surprised: When he won the earlier challenge, a race to “kiss-close,” his comment was not how thrilled and relieved he was that he had won, but that he was concerned that he “stay humble.”
But I like Slimeon ok. Matt’s ok too, but you know, they’re both just… ok. It’s not like there was some big asshole on the show that you were praying wouldn’t win. (I realize I said at first that I liked this show because the guys all seemed pretty nice, so fine, maybe I was wrong, ok?) But it seemed that once NostrilMan Greg was gone, the drama left with him.
One guy I really liked was Matt’s friend who visited in the next-to-the-last episode. That dude was cool. A nice-looking bigger fellow, he showed up in this nice short-sleeved black button-down shirt that was a million times cooler than the crap they put him in after his “makeover.” All of their friends seemed pretty mellow and cool, actually, but of course the purpose of the episode was for the pick-up contestants to prove how douchey they could make others, a transcendent leap from merely proving their own personal doucheiness.
Slimeon plucks the perfect thing for his pal to wear: a bedazzling studded sweatshirt. Then, purporting that it will make the friend more attractive (you’ve surely seen this guy on runs of the clip of he and Slimeon with their arms around each other, practicing how to kiss-close), they dye his hair and eyebrows AND eyelashes albino-blond, the poor bastard.
Matt’s friend appears to fare better in his doucheover. After outfitting his poor friend in a stupid t-shirt with a big skull on it and this lame striped button-down, they dyed the bearded one’s hair black and Matt urged him to shave his beard off, too. His friend refused, but agreed that they could trim it. You would think that would have been the end of the controversy on that, but no.
In the elimination ceremony — which never fail to make me laugh when they pull out the “medallions”…hahaha, I’m chuckling even as I type this) — Matt is totally reamed by Matador for not forcing his friend into shaving his beard. I was pretty surprised. Matador charges that Matt failed to impress upon his pal that learning pick-up is a “life-changing experience,” one only possible, evidently, after a thorough removal of facial hair.
Then since Matador had played the heavy on the beard issue, Mystery chimes in that hey man, he’s not anti-beard, but intimates that the beard could have been utilized as part of his “avatar,” like, a conversation piece or something, was the gist I got from it. Um, ok….snicker. (I figured that little drama was fabricated just to give some reason why Matt might be eliminated instead of Greg, who totally abandoned his wing in the club challenge that evening, but it was still pretty ridiculous.)
Keep in mind that these admonishments are administered by a guy pushing 40 with black-painted nails and goggles resting over the brim of his big furry hat. It’s just so hilarious. When what they’re saying gets too retarded, the outfits of everyone except Tara are always good for a chuckle.
But I got away from why I really liked that guy whose name I’m too lazy to look up: When Matt is drilling him about all the dumb boring lines he’s supposed to say and how much cooler it is to look like you’re merely pausing to spit some words over your shoulder rather than stopping to actually talk to a chick, his friend admits fairly amiably, “I’m not particularly interested in any of this stuff; I’m just here to support you.” Cut to a concerned-looking Matt and a doozy of a cliffhanger before a commercial break!
Last night was another milestone in the show: The contestants were reminded that the purpose of this “game” is to actually have sex with the chicks you pick up. So Mystery arranges a big party filled with “perfect 10’s” and other people who are such close, personal friends of Mystery’s that none of them seem to notice that Mystery isn’t at the party — as he’s in some back room watching hidden camera footage of his students — and the nerdz are sent into the mix to lure unsuspecting skankz into their pretend bedrooms and close them in.
One of my favorite parts is when Mystery leans back and throws up his hands in disgust when Matt is having an actual conversation with two of his targets. Slimeon is better at staying on point, babbling nonsense and keeping things nice and shallow. Matt redeems himself later when he lures his target back to his bedroom and tells her he just had to get her alone because she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Vomit…so, bullshit resumed, order is thus restored.
Matador and Mystery exult during their spy session of the nerds that being picked up by a pick-up artist is a privilege, which made Dave and I laugh quite a bit. That’s the narcissistic notion I remember from trolling the fastseduction board: ideally, the pick-up douche should leave his skank better for the experience than he found her, and she should be somehow unperturbed (or even unaware) when he blows her off (i.e., the master pick-up douche is not supposed to accumulate a stable of psycho exes bashing in his windshield).
So how was this skank left after watching each and every (season 2) episode of this silly show? Maybe very much like a “target” feels, actually: vaguely satisfied, amused by the douchery I have witnessed and more than a little swindled.
Oh, alright, I loved this show, I admit it! Bring on the next stable of nerdz!