
So picture this: Chantel—our 34-year-old heartbreak hurricane—is out here trying to find love at a singles retreat. She's just barely recovered from kissing Ashley, then kissed Jennifer to “process her feelings,” and now? She's getting asked out by Joe, a 25-year-old with an accent smoother than her ex's apologies. You cannot make this stuff up!
Joe strolls over all confident, like he’s auditioning for The Bachelor: Retreat Edition. He drops a casual, “Wanna go out sometime?” and our girl? She lights up like she just got a text that says, “Free Botox.” Her face went from resting 'don't talk to me' to full-on 'is this happening?!' real quick.
And when Chantel brings up the age difference—because girl’s got some sense left—Joe hits her with, “That’s not important to me.” Excuse me?! The confidence. The delusion. The temptation. Joe’s got that ‘unbothered baby boy’ energy, and Chantel’s butterflies start doing backflips.