Then the photo shoot starts, and Fake Dean shows the boys how it's done. ("It" being posing for the camera like a third-rate Canadian cigar catalogue model. "Blue Steel" it is not; maybe Blue Aluminum Foil, probably Blue Napkin.) Not that Ali notices, anyway. Ali joins a few lucky men in their photo shoots and basically plays cock tease for five hours, which I think is actually the point of the group date. The men all try to stroke her hair or sniff her without being called out as overtly creepy. They all struggle to make Ali notice they exist, but it only seems to work for the dickless weatherman and Tennessee Ty and his musical ears.

But wait! There's more! After the photo shoot on the beach, Ali gets to shove all the men into a stretch Hummer (what, you expected a Taurus wagon?) and take them on an intimate dinner date. Well, as intimate as a date with 12 men vying for your attention can be. Tennessee Ty take Ali out for a little alone time, because he really wants her to know that he was married before and totally failed at it, but came away with some valuable lessons, a sad song in his heart, and alimony payments up the wazoo, leaving him without enough money for an ear-pinning operation. Ali smiles like this is not at all unsettling. Before Ty can whip up some tears to show he is tender and also serious, The Weatherman interrupts. He wants some alone time with Ali, but mostly because he wants to be both patronizing and paternalistic and tell Ali that Fake Dean is a Category 6 asshole. Don't laugh, he IS a weatherman and can only think in weather analogies. Ali hugs him for his Caring, but, dude, way to waste your only alone time talking about Fake Dean. You could have been writing weather haiku or showing her your johnson so she knows you're not completely built like a Ken doll. Also, man up and tell her the guy's a dick and you hate him. But don't make this about not wanting HER to get hurt. Outside, Fake Dean proves he is indeed a Category 6 asshole and harasses The Weatherman mercilessly about his tiny legs and wee little hands.

Back at the house, the guys who didn't get invited on a date (and Frank) get a delivery. It's a pair of cufflinks with the initials JB, which belong to Peculiar Jesse who undoubtedly does not own a French cuff shirt, as the only suit he owns he picked up at the Men's Wearhouse at the Missouri airport on the way to the show. Regardless, he's excited. Back at the group date, Rated R Justin has hobbled all the way to the basement to try and get some alone time with Ali. What is with the producers on this show? They are doing nothing to help this guy out. I mean, this is the closest the show has ever come to featuring someone with disabilities or complying with the Americans with Disabilities Act, and Justin is Canadian and only temporarily on crutches, and they STILL can't make any concessions to help a bro out. Hop down the beach! Hop down the stairs! Hop back up the beach! Jump, little gimp, jump!