I am about to commit racial profiling suicide and say that out of the three judges on My Kitchen Rules I would not choose the Frenchman to sleep with. WTF???? I hear women the world over cry in horror. But the French are supposed to be the best lovers! Have you lost your tiny mind? And although I understand all this, I still would not choose Manu to be my lover. So that leaves Paleo Pete or Crazy Colin. Spoilers, I’d choose Colin. Don’t worry, I’m now going to explain why.
Since Pete Evans has started his Paleo ways he is looking smoking hot. His skin is glowing, his body has trimmed down, and he looks damn fine in his suit. All true. Pete is no longer that slightly pudgy guy that you would have picked last for your team. He’s captain material, cute captain material. Colin, well… he needs a bit of a shower and some deportment lessons. I’d still choose him. Pete would be waking me up at 6am the morning after coitus, bouncing on his toes and demanding a brisk 5km run followed by lunges… and then I couldn’t even have toast afterwards! No thank you.
Now Colin is a man who likes wine and ice cream and despite his slightly greasy visage there is something quite alluring about him. I can’t quite put my finger on it, although I would very much like to, but he has something. It might be those smoldering eyes, that cocky half smile, or the way he moves almost snake like from side to side, or something less tangible. Whatever IT is, he’s got IT. Heck when you think of Johnny Depp he’s kind of lanky, gaunt faced and greasy too, but by Zeus I’d like to rock his world. So I’m team Colin all the way!
Whose team are you on?
– By Aunty Robin