To Jett, it wasn’t a huge surprise to find out that Anna was single. In fact, he would have been more astonished if she was taken, simply because of the nature of the show they had both joined. With production practically trying to shove all the cast members at each other in the hopes of sparking some summer romances, he didn’t think they would have accepted any auditionees who were already in relationships. The more people were available, the more chances the crew had to film some drama. It only made sense that they would try to do that, especially since he was starting to get the vibe that “Oceanside Strangers” was some weird spinoff of “The Bachelor.” [i]Except they orchestrated it to leave the door open for quite a few hook ups,[/i] he added silently as he looked over the drunken crowd.

Speaking of drunken crowds, Jett was starting to notice that his fourth drink was affecting him much more than the last. He looked down at the half-empty glass in his hand, feeling fuzzy from its inebriating effects. One more of these, and he would be good and tipsy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to push himself much further than that though. With a still unknown room to find, cameramen on every corner, and a house full of interesting people to meet, he didn’t want to turn himself into a stumbling drunk like some of the other cast members seemed intent on becoming. Making that good first impression was too important to him. So, once he reached five drinks, he decided he would cut himself off for the night, just to be safe.

Focusing in again on what Anna was saying to him, Jett was surprised that [i]nobody[/i] was good enough for her. Even as someone who had been accused on many occasions of being picky, himself, he would never have had the audacity to say that [i]nobody[/i] could meet his standards. Sure, he wouldn’t settle for any girl with a pretty face, but he at least had what he liked to think were realistic standards. All he wanted was a woman who could be genuine with him. Of course, a physical attraction had to be there too, but his biggest checkbox was just a down to earth kind of girl who wasn’t fake or crazy. Honestly, he guessed the fact that he hadn’t found anyone like that yet was probably just because of dumb luck. He probably even had fans who were like that, but somehow, he’d wound up meeting the psycho-murderer ones instead. It was because of misfortune, not pickiness, that had left him single and losing interest in looking.

Anna, on the other hand, seemed like a completely different story. Just the way she worded the phrase [i]‘nobody was good enough for her’[/i] left him wondering just how often she shot down guys who tried to approach her. With her confidence and, not to mention, smoking hot figure, he wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find out that she got asked out all the time. Maybe she had just reached a point where she was sick of it all? Or—just maybe—she was like him: Always ending up with the worst of the lot whenever she tried to test the waters? After all, celebrities weren’t the only ones who could be hit on by creeps and weirdos. It wasn’t a long shot to guess that a woman like Anna had probably dealt with at least one or two guys who had gone after her for their own selfish reasons.

At her last comment, Jett grinned. “Who knows?” he shrugged, bringing his glass to his lips once more as he glanced over the crowd of ‘potential love interests.’ “I’m sure production would be ecstatic if you do [i]find a lover[/i] here.” He inflected his voice in a mocking manner to mimic the announcer who had spoken to them earlier. Now that he was four cocktails in, he was starting to get a little looser with his speech. Swirling the remains of his drink in its glass, he chuckled softly and shook his head, “With the way they keep pushing romance on us, I’m starting to wonder if the perks of this show were a just trap to lure us all into one big blind date. I’d even bet you that our rooms are close together so we’ll all hook up.”