And then she wants to know why he came all the way here instead of just calling her, and he tries a half-hearted "I wanted to see you" but finally Ashley is seeing through him and leaves, and she tells us that she can't believe she wasted so much time on Bentley. When someone who's gone on The Bachelor/ette not once but twice has decided you are a waste of time -- well, you fucked up. Tellingly, we don't get any talking head with Bentley so he can enlighten us on his actual motivation, which probably amounts to something like, "Actually killing puppies is illegal, so this is the next best thing." "Bentley, if you're watching this, fuck you, I'm done with you," Ashley tells us. You know how on Springer or Maury Povich or some other trafficker in human misery you get the woman who confidently says that if it turns out the lie detector test proves her man has cheated on her for an eighth time, she's definitely leaving this time? That's what this is like, only somehow more depressing. Thank god that's the last we're going to hear about Bentley! "So this morning was not what I expected at all. Bentley--" Goddammit.

Anyway, Ashley's excited to see to see the guys, although she's not sure if she's ready to tell the guys what happened. She figures maybe she'll address them individually. Because that's the only way they'll be able to handle hearing about the rejection of Bentley?

So the date card shows up, and Ryan P. tells us that he, Lucas and Blake are the only ones who haven't had a one-on-one date. This one goes to Lucas, who the other guys seem to call Big Tex, presumably for shower-based reasons, who seems a little concerned about spending his time in Hong Kong, since he's never even been to New York.

So they go to Kowloon, which is apparently known for its neon signs, which fits in with my theory that Ashley is inordinately distracted by bright shiny objects, and unfortunately there is way too much talk about all her Bentley closure, the kind of closure that means you can still fucking blather on about a person that you're supposedly over.

Lucas manages not to wet his pants over all the culture shock, and he says some suspiciously post-Bentley-apropos statements like it seems she's got a different glow about her.

They go for dinner on a junk boat, and he tells us that he wants to dance with her, get his first kiss, and get a rose. How nice to see that the emphasis on the kiss -- and all the immunities and riches it would seem to bestow -- is still alive on this show. By this point, any talk of kissing should only come after everyone drinks a bottle of Purell, but I don't see that happening.