Her Eggs are Rotting

Perhaps I should feel more compassion for the oncologist sent home on the Bachelor: Paris Edition last night. But seriously, you can't go around telling people your eggs are rotting and make friends, let alone make it to the second date with a guy. She wonders why at 33 she's so alone and can't get a guy to take her out but if she seriously thinks that telling a guy you are entering your "reproductive phase" about 10 minutes after you've first met him...then you have some issues that need working through. And please do so BEFORE you bring a child into the world. But her wackiness didn't stop there. No, she went up to him and demanded to know why, after spending what was likely a total of 15 minutes maximum with her, he didn't want to go out with her. And during that 15 minutes, she let him know about the whole reproductive phase thing. She thought it was her boobs or her height and dude, seriously, calm thyself. He told her the truth and she went ballastic on him. The best part was the closing credits which showed her berating a poor production assistant who was holding his hands up saying "I DON'T KNOW HIM!" as she went on and on about how awful men are. Yeah, cuz you are giving woman such a powerful portrayal too.
Alas, this show is never as good as the first episode when all the psychos get so upset that the guy they just met but now love completely isn't so enamored of them. Dude doesn't even know their names for sure yet...but they saw white picket fences and mailing address labels with "Dr. and Mrs." all over them (or in the case of the oncologist, "Dr. and Dr.").
If I remember next week, I may watch it again.