The second group date
Ok, so this one is honestly pretty boring, and it’s getting late, and the sugar in these Fruit Roll-Ups is only going to keep me up so much longer, so we’re going with the speed-cap.
Nikki, Jillian, Whitney, Carly, Britt, and Becca: "Let’s get dirty." Good Redman song. They all get in the finest wedding dresses Dez ever made, then do a race consisting of exclusively crawling through mud. Jillian of course wins, because she’s built like most larger NFL safeties, and she scores herself a solo night-date.
There, she talks a lot about lifting heavy objects, and her dad’s dirty humor, and how she doesn’t really know what her five-year plan is -- proving once and for all that she is not a member of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China circa 1953. Then Chris sends her home right there, forgetting his script that says nice hedging things like, "I honestly don’t see a strong enough connection developing" and "I respect you too much to waste your time." And that’s it. They didn’t even blur her butt on the way out.