First off, sorry I missed giving all of you my amazing and thought provoking insight on last week's episode with Frank Marino and the Divas drag queens. I was a little busy. . .in Vegas. . .with Frank Marino and the Divas Las Vegas Drag Queens! Rachel and I hung out with Frank and his amazing partner for a few days. They are so sweet and funny. We had a blast. He has love, and we couldn't be happier for him! Oh the stories I wanted to share about that episode, and about our trip to see Frank in Vegas! But alas, that was then and this. . .this is NOW!
And by now I mean football stud and ESPN host Marcellus Wiley and "Hugh Hefner Jr." Michael Leslie.
Rachel's client, Marcellus, was a nice chap, bit of an interviewer though. Little pompous. Drives a Ferrari. Wants an exoto-chick like Beyonce.
My client, Michael, actually a decent guy that found himself managing Chippendale's dancers, is an ageist through and through. He wants young, hot girls less than half his age. Sadly, typical. I mean, who doesn't want Mila Kunis?
Mara lets the games begin and we interview a slew of girls including:
- Maria the stuntwoman from New York. She's perfect for Marcellus.
- Monique the beautiful and sweet "Beyonce-ish-kinda" girl for Marsellus.
- Rolana the age appropriate choice for Michael.
And Sharnay. . .the crazy hot mess with the bad weave. Weave? For some reason I hate that word.
At the mixer, the millionaires hit it off with each other, the girls all do their makeovers like they're supposed to (first time!) and we wind up making solid matches after a few millionaire misteps (stop interviewing and bragging, people!)
Marcellus picks Monique and they play tennis then have a nice dinner. It's a rather sweet choice that I would have expected to fail. But it doesn't. Touchdown!
Michael chooses Rolana and takes her on a hot air balloon ride followed by a fancy dinner in a winery with a string quartet and a serenade. Alright Michael, I made fun of your singing earlier, but this song -- not too shabby. You made her cry, in a good way. Gold star.
In the end, the ageist is cured and the football player is humbled, everyone has a second date and Rachel and I go make relationship website profiles (Rachel: Divalicious and me, ALTERNATIVE GUY -- really Patti? Alternative guy? That's my profile name? I'm screwed). Well, we did good, lets hope it sticks!