Ali and Frank head outside in a rainstorm, despite her head cold. Ali wants to reassure Frank that he should still love her despite the fact that she is dating ten other guys and made out with several of them in front of him. Just ignore all that, Frank! Love her! Frank proves his love by kissing her full on the mouth, cooties, germs and all. While Frank and Ali make out in the rain and Ali makes Frank take a blood oath of allegiance, a messenger drops a card off at the condo announcing the second one-on-one date. The winner? Chris L., our Cape Cod landscaper with a dead mommy and a good head on his shoulders. Don't worry, Frank; it's his birthday, and Ali's just tossing him a pity date because she's too cheap to spring for a dozen cupcakes. Back at the hotel, Dead-Behind-the-Eyes Craig is promising Ali that he will make an excellent provider for her and any of his frat brothers who need a crash pad for a few nights when their investments go south. Ali is too hepped up on cold medicine to give a shit.
The Weatherman lurks on the sidelines, trying to remember where he stuck his cojones so he can make his move. He finally finds them under the couch, dusts them off and approaches Ali, who bats him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper and tells him to come back later. But The Weatherman's later never comes: Kirk cuts in and reminds Ali that she is a sick little girl and she should be tucked in bed. TUCKED, people, TUCKED. That's a T, not an F. Ali sticks out her lower lip and reminds him that she has to give out a rose. So he tells her she can do that one thing, but then straight to bed with her! Ali decides she feels too lousy to think about her future husband and isn't handing out a rose tonight, but Kirk is going to walk her to her room.
All the guys stare at Kirk's wake as he laps them on the road to love. Ali lets her take him upstairs, tuck her in and then forces him to sing her a lullaby because she's been a bad little girl. The Weatherman has the entire scenario naughty scripted in his head, but the end result is the same: He's an idiot. Kirk, however, plays it suave. He cuddles Ali to sleep and then slips out the door so Ali knows he's a gentleman. Class act! At least more than making out with her while she is unconscious.
In doing due diligence for his date with Ali, Chris L. grills Kasey on what went wrong on his date. Kasey is not particularly introspective and thinks Ali just didn't believe his True and Honest Love Affirmations but doesn't mention the dreadful verse recitation or the frequent expostulating of off key songs. Before Chris L. can get too excited about his date, we see Ali coughing her lungs out in bed. Sure enough, moments later Chris gets a card saying the date is off, but maybe he wants to come hang out in her room and watch her blow her nose? Chris swears he would LOVE that. Chris is a very good liar. He claims that Ali is looking for a husband and this is what husbands do: hang out with their sick wives, rub their back, bring them flowers, and empty the emesis buckets. Um... sure. Chris goes to fetch flowers and soup and shows up at Ali's door bearing the gifts. Ali is touched. She and Chris sit on the couch and chat while she sips tea. They talk about his dead mom for a while, so he is totally getting a rose. But the drama is not in the date, it's upstairs: Kasey is missing!