Everyone wonders why the Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise has had ten bajillion seasons and only two marriages. I think the answer is pretty simple. You need to have a season at the Olive Garden. I’m serious. Take away the once-in-a-lifetime adventures, luxurious fantasy suites, hair and makeup teams, and outrageous clothing budgets and have the season take place in a mall. They can bond over neverending soup or salad and breadsticks. If it’s time for a guy to go, he’ll go to the soup bar and find the ladle is dry (literally and figuratively)– no soup for you!