And so, while the rice and beans cook in two separate pots, Douche does indeed go off to talk to Candace. He grabs her hand with one hand and caresses her arm with the other. Creep. I hate it when men do that ... unless they're hot. Which Douch isn't. Candace laughs that he's full of it, and Douche says he's serious that he's sorry for whatever he did and she's sorry for "coming at me a little bit strong." Yes, how DARE she state her opinion in a calm and reasonable manner. Uppity bitch! Douche is (was) a soccer coach, okay? You're just a lowly lawyer. Respect it! Erinn watches the whole thing with a look on her face that seems to say "oh, no. I live with a douche" or perhaps "as a hairdresser, Douche's Seagaltail personally offends me." Either way, I love that the editors included it. Douche sidles up to Candace's boobs and demands a kiss. She tells him he can kiss her on the cheek. He licks her face instead. Fucking gross. Kick him off the show. That is wrong. And he probably did it to those poor girls he used to coach all the time, too. At least we know they're free now! Candace interviews that Douche's ego is "bigger than Brazil" and it "will be the death of him." Let's hope that happens soon.