Meanwhile, Bret's double date with Rodeo and Brandi M. continues with dinner at the Bel Age hotel. Rodeo drones on and on about her garden, and Brandi M. interviews that when you're out with Rodeo, it's hard to get a word in edgewise. Rodeo tells them that when she was a baby, she had five blood transfusions. Jesus, is there anything not wrong with her? Is she actually the original Baby Lakshmi, too? Is she one of the people who got mauled by a tiger at the San Francisco Zoo on Christmas Day? Did she have her cryogenically frozen head transplanted on the body of Mr. World 1956? Her grandmother's blood is the one that saved her life. Back then, there was probably no fancy blood lettering system, so they just put the leeches on and hoped for the best. Rodeo then adds that she collects swords. Brandi M.'s response? "I mean, what the fuck? How does she find time for this shit?" Heh. I think I would cast Dixie Chick Natalie Maines, in her film debut, as Brandi M. in The Rock Of Love Story.

Bret asks the women what turns them on. Brandi, between bites of mashed potatoes, calmly states, "Choke me, spank me, pull my hair." Bret asks if there is a rooftop sex room. Brandi burps and snorts, which Bret finds charming. Rodeo interviews that she has a lot of class, and that you just do not do that. We cut back to Rodeo telling Bret that she likes it doggie-style. And really, are there two classier words in the English language? Bret doesn't seem particularly impressed. Overall, though, he thought that the date was great and that he got to learn a lot about the girls' personalities and sexual proclivities.