Speaking of her other boyfriends, it’s the day and Michael meets Desiree in town for one of those dates where the couple patronizingly samples the local culture. Michael confusingly says that if you were on a scavenger hunt for a woman with forty-seven qualities, Desiree would have forty-eight. I don’t know what it means either. Sitting down for a drink on a patio, they chat blandly about journey and then start making out, which I’m sure is appreciated by the other customers.
Then they do some sort of street toboggan thing, which Desiree calls “cool,” an adjective she also uses to describe the artwork they see and Michael’s confidence that he was meant to go on with this journey. Everything’s cool. Also, pretty much every observation made by a bachelor she responds to with, “Right?” or “I know, right?” like when is THAT going to go away? For Michael, love is a “wild ride” or whatever, shut up, Michael.
They sit down for dinner in an alley under the lights, with Michael wasting his first one-on-one date by talking about how excited he was to finally get a one-on-one date, and then talks about how his father left them, so he was raised by his mom with help from his grandparents. And relationships are important to him, as he doesn’t want his tombstone to read “World’s Greatest Prosecutor” or anything, but “Loving husband and father.”
Back at the hotel, the two-on-one date care arrives, but it’s not like there’s a mystery, given that the only two who haven’t been on dates yet are Zak and Drew. Desiree, per the card, is looking for the man who can make her heart race.
Meanwhile, Michael is bringing down the date by talking about how he found out his girlfriend was seeing another guy, or something. Fortunately, Des is so amazing that he’s ready to have sex again! “When I’m around you, it makes me so happy, because you give me hope,” he says. And as usual, Desiree is pleased by a bachelor’s offerings of woes and personal trials. Michael says he knew it would take the one he was going to marry to make him feel like he could love again, which kinda seems like a tautology to me.