EDMONTON SUN MARCH 29, 2005
Gals can flirt again
When I first heard that two Edmonton women were going to be on Season
7 of ABC's romance reality show the Bachelor, my jaw dropped so fast
it actually unhinged. I was agape. Agog. Maybe even aghast. When my
mind finally stopped reeling and my tongue rebooted, I could croak out
only one thought: "They've had SEVEN seasons of this freakin' show
already? SEVEN? Woe, woe is us."
Just kiddin', gals. That herd of Yankee hussies had no clue that we
were sending in a pair of Edmontonian ringers - Jenny Adams, 23, and
Kim Choma, 25. Jenny's a marketing co-coordinator and part-time model
who originally hails from Spruce Grove, and Kim is a swimsuit model
of Ukrainian heritage who has appeared in these very pages as a SUNshine
girl. It doesn't get more Edmontonian than that, dity. (That means "kids"
in Ukrainian. I hope.)
Last night was the two-hour premiere of the Bachelor, in which Charlie
O'Connell (brother of Crossing Jordan's Jerry O'Connell, making him
sort of like an even less famous Baldwin) whittled the 25 hopefuls down
to an even dozen.
"Some of the girls look like they had an hour to get ready,"
said Jenny in her first interview segment on the show, after the ladies
were woken up early in the morning and given five minutes to get dressed
and ready to meet Chucky.
"Then there are some girls that are like me, they're in their
pajamas, they have no make-up on ... I felt like I was a little bit
of an underdog."
Um, Jenny? Hon? Babe? If y'all can look that hot with just five minutes
to get ready, your entire gender has no excuse to keep us waiting an
hour after we come to pick you up for dinner. Busted!
The girls' first alone time with Charlie was a round of two-minute
speed dating, after which Chuck had to eliminate five contenders. When
Jenny's two-minute date came up, she did what any good Spruce Grove
girl would do: toasted Charlie with a glass of wine, then pounded it.
"Chuggin' it? I'll be drunk after," she warned.
But hey, it made an impression: "I liked Jenny," Charlie
said afterward. "But I didn't see how I could possibly start giving
out roses when I haven't met all the girls yet." Your loss, sucka.
Kim's approach was a little, um, different. She unbuttoned her shirt
before coming into the room, then sat on Charlie's lap with her swimsuit
model-caliber assets barely held in check by a straining black, jewel-studded
bra. And then she boasted of the fact she's Ukrainian and can cook.
Good God. An arsenal of absolutely devastating weapons.
And then there was Alberta-born California girl Geitan Villeneuve,
who came into the two-minute date clucking like a chicken. "I learned
how to do that on a farm in northern Alberta," she said. Well,
two out of three ain't bad.
Jenny and Kim didn't go out on the first two group dates, and maybe
that served them well: Some of those screechy hosebags were truly frightening,
and seeing a drunk Charlie O'Connell devour the face of one of our own
would have been too much to bear. (Grande Prairie-born Geitan, who lived
in Edmonton for eight years, had a mini-meltdown on her group date and
actually walked out, but came back for the rose ceremony at the end.
To no avail.)
On the third group date, the remaining five girls went rock climbing
and played volleyball. The snotty L.A. model Danushka seemed a little
bitter that she had neither the skills nor the boobs to compete with
the rest, going so far as to suggest that some of the others had bought
their impressive chests. Go make some wine with those sour grapes, hag.
Jenny got taken aside by Charlie for a private chat, once again acquitting
herself as the classiest dame on the show. And I'm not just saying that
'cause she's my friend Becky's roommate, and owes me crumpets. Long
story. Anyway, she got the first rose on her date, with Charlie saying,
"Jenny's and my conversation was the easiest-going conversation
I have had yet." Feel the Alberta love, Chucky.
And he did, because he took Kim aside next, did an admirable job of
keeping his eyes off her cleavage, and gave her the second rose for
that group date.
And you know what that means? It DOESN'T MATTER what happens in the
rose ceremony, because our girls live to flirt another day! Now if you'll
excuse me, I've got some crumpets to collect.
-STEVE TILLEY
