Michelle
Clint
Well if you believe the beginning of the intro, the Saga of Clint v Michelle Froisland hinges on age. Namely, that he’s 48 and she’s 26. Well, I don’t hear anybody making much issue of Demi and Ashton, so it’s all bunk in that respect. Not to say there aren’t battlelines herein, though. Like how Clint says Michelle is crazy. Simple. Effective.
And how he adds she’s a slob, and can’t get along with his 16-year-old son whose new truck she’s jealous to the point of keying.
And how she just goes on a marm-toned rant about his son immediately thereafter. Clint’s right. I know this immediately. Even if he does spoil the kid.
One time, she showed up at his “shop” (read: garage) and messed up sales so he’d just pay more attention. SHE WILL NOT BE IGNORED.
He gets all chipper when he gets to talking about the sex, though. He seems to love banging her. I don’t see it. Maybe I’ll interpret it differently in a dozen years.
So anyway, he makes booty calls at her apartment still. He cried sex addiction for his Craigslist ads (“More fun than a barrel of monkeys.”), to one of which she actually responded. This earns Michelle Froisland respec’. She really is crazy. You can see it right off the bat. He should’ve seen that when she got into some make-him-offroad-drive lust gusts. But he gets off on that. Drives him crazy, like hookers and blow to Pat O’Brien.
I’ll tell you what I see happening: They’re gonna get back together. Off and on. On and off. Till the day that they die.
In fact, they’re probably banging right now.