It looks like Daisy's lovelife is pretty wilted at this point.
Daisy De La Hoya, the sloppy-seconds runner-up from season 2 of Bret Michaels' VH1 dating show Rock Of Love, recently set out on a quest for the tattooed loveboy of her dreams on her own compulsively watchable spinoff show, Daisy Of Love. And never before on any dating show have I seen so many contestants willingly eliminating themselves. With the exception of the season premiere, each episode has featured one of the bachelors walking off the set, choosing to be alone rather than hook up with this helium-voiced, melted-faced freak.
First wildman acrobat Flipper quit because he didn't get along with the other men in Daisy's rock 'n' roll mansion, and apparently he felt Daisy was not worth the aggravation. He fled the scene with both middle fingers defiantly foisted in the air.
Then spending time in Daisy's company caused Brooklyn to experience an epiphany, making him realize he'd been much better off before appearing on the show, and he announced that he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend back home.
Then mohawked pretty-boy London, one of Daisy's clear favorites, decided he couldn't deal with Daisy's drama and he walked out, despite Daisy begging him to stay while giant fake TV tears dislodged her false eyelashes.
And then last night, professional fighter Cage was unable to promise Daisy that he could keep his crazy temper under control for her sake, so he opted to leave the show before he lost his cool and beat one of the other suitors to a pulp. Daisy's love was, it seems, not sufficient motivation for him to employ his anger management skills.
On top of all this, three bachelors--the already eliminated Cable Guy and Tool Box, and the barely-coasting-on-his-looks Fox--have made little effort to aggressively pursue Daisy (despite numerous on-camera demands by Daisy herself, and probably just as many of off-camera demands by vexed VH1 producers, that they step it up), saying they're "not that type of guy."
What, not the type of guy who embarrasses himself on basic cable TV by running through a paintball obstacle course carrying a blowup doll? Not the type of guy who likes undergoing a "rock 'n' roll makeover" that makes him look like a sideshow clown? Not the type of guy who enjoys giving lapdances to old ladies in some sort of humiliating elimination challenge? Not the type of guy who's attracted to a bimbo with 18 pounds of silicone injected into her face?
Look, I understand that these dating shows are staged. I'm not naive enough to think that the men who go on Daisy Of Love are really searching for love--instead of, say, publicity for their bands or acting careers, or maybe a VH1 spinoff show of their own. (Poor 12-Pack has been campaigning to get his own show for several seasons now.) But when these bachelors mutiny mid-season and willingly trim down their 15 minutes of fame to about four minutes, that's pretty bad.
Sorry Daisy, but they're just not that into you. Or your show. You should have never let the Snake Of Eden triplets go--at least then when one of them inevitably quit, you'd still have two bachelors as backup!
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