At the end of dinner, Bret feels distant from Mindy. The fact that she can't open up is a sticking point with him, but, being Bret Michaels, he has a plan that will bring them closer together. And that plan is...dancing! Please don't tell me this is Bret's bid to be on the next season of Dancing With the Stars. Actually, please DO tell me that, because it's kind of awesome. Mindy can't believe that, in the time it took to ride from dinner to the dance studio, Bret has made her fantasy of learning how to dance come true. The dance instructor is not so fluent in English, but Bret understands when he speaks of the universal language of love. Bret hopes that the physical closeness of dancing will encourage emotional closeness. Bret does Western Pennsylvania moderately proud as he tangos in his cowboy hat, giving himself a boo-ya to boot. At the end of their dance he kisses her, then whisks her away to the beach. The moonlight is out, the tropical breeze is blowing ever so perfectly, and Bret's telling tales of strumming his guitar on the beach. Mindy wonders if she's just stepped into the perfect romance novel. The perfect romance novel involves a swarthy pirate, so no.
Finally, Mindy whips out her Cliff Notes and tells Bret that there are some things she needs him to know before this is all finished. And seriously, she has, like, 20 small notebook pages of stuff written. She tells Bret that every time he walks away she wants and needs more time with him. Bret loves it, and also loves sloppily making out with her. As they walk back to the hotel, Bret tells Mindy that he's testing the waters a little bit. She replies, "You've tested a lot of my waters." I've gotten through this entire season without barfing once, but these two might break me. They head into Bret's room to be gross some more.