Next is Ryan M., a construction estimator. Ooh I don't know much (anything) about the construction biz, but I'm guessing that's a step down from CEO. He gives her a big hug and then insists on snapping a few photos so he can do some scrapbooking or journaling later. J.P., who is ALSO in the construction business as a manager, is next and he has nothing but his smile. Luckily she is a dentist and appreciates such things. What does she not appreciate? Wonky comic poems as spoken by Nick, a personal trainer from Florida. Blake, who has no personality, no charisma, and no mnemonic device wanders through next. The mysterious Bentley is next. Ashley sizes him up and they exchange curt pleasantries, but you can tell she thinks he's hot. Last but not least is Constantine, who fashions a ring out of dental floss, which is tolerable dental humor. Barely. Chris Harrison comes out to indicate that all of Ashley's man meat has arrived. Is her husband inside? The only way to find out is to start the meet-and-greet and hand out some damn roses. Let's do this thing!

Ashley heads in to meet her destiny. Also to get a drink already. I mean, what's a girl got to do to get a drink? Ashley puts out her Open for Business sign and the men loom large. Ryan P., the solar energy guy, swoops in first. He explains that he is the whole package: Eco-friendly, blond, ready for those infamous next steps. Ben F., the winemaker cuts in and they talk vintages, grapes, and life goals. Then a guy (Matt?) brave enough to wear mismatched plaids is such a mama's boy that he suggests he and Ashley call his mother RIGHT NOW. Ashley is like no, no, okay yes. And they call and she gives the pair some motherly advice, "When you forgo your separate rooms and stay in the fantasy suite, remember your mothers are watching, and use protection." Oh snap! I'm giving the mom the first impression rose!

Later some guy interrupts Ashley's conversation-a-trois by playing a guitar. He lures her outside with the promise of a song, and then tosses the guitar in the pool because he doesn't actually play. It was all a ploy to get her alone! Hahaha, that's a trait you want in a husband for sure!