The new rose-bestower, Jason Mesnick, is less smarmily earnest than his predecessors. Maybe his rejection last season by Bachelorette DeAnna Pappas stripped him of pride. Or maybe he's just conscious of how any Lothario antics might embarrass his 3-year-old son in an endless online future. Looking like a cross between George W. Bush and Freddie Prinze Jr.—what could be more trustworthy?—Jason seems grounded, and I only hope he settles on one of the four bachelorettes who have kids. The premiere is instructive, as always, as a primer on what to avoid doing when meeting husband material. No to asking him about hot dog toppings. And only if you're crazy do you break the ice by wearing gag teeth.