Cocktail party. I am literally in the middle of thinking, "God, I hope it's too soon for someone to say 'It's starting to feel more real'" when someone says, "It's starting to feel more real."

At this point, I realize that my own cocktail is completely empty, and by the time I get back from the kitchen, Sean is telling one of the four women who didn't get a date that it doesn't mean he doesn't want to have sex with her, and then they joke about getting fat and losing their hair, and you can see Sean trying not to throw up.

And every time I look away from the television screen, Sean is with a different woman than he was before. We need to thin the herd but quick. Maybe we could start by getting rid of Amanda, whose demeanor suggests she's at a funeral. She sits there glaring, arms folded. Then again, this show isn't exactly above editing people to look awful. And then someone says tonight is "literally a tornado of negativity waiting to happen," and I start to get my hopes up.

When we get back from commercial, everyone is still alive, as far as I can see. "The mood is a little off," says Lesley M., blaming Amanda for bringing everyone down with her "weird, dark energy." Interestingly, Robyn, who is African-American, has noticed the show seems a little more diverse this time out, and she's not sure if Sean is actually into black women. Awesomely, she comes right out and asks him that. Not quite that directly, but close enough. Sean tells us that most people look at him and assume he's into white blonde women, and I hate to tell him that most people look at him and don't ever worry about who he's into, but he keeps on and explains how he will sleep with anything: Hispanics, Persian. His last girlfriend was black. All that he cares about is that she's hot with a great rack. I mean, "her mind." Robyn is completely relieved that Sean doesn't confess to being a racist.