Meanwhile, a limo driver/actor (in this town, who isn’t “/actor”?), also called Marcus, is meeting Kristin. Cindy escorts them to a table she’s set up with drinks. Here’s what we found out about Marcus II (all said in something resembling a monotone, while almost never actually looking at Kristin):
- He’s an athlete (wrestler) and he just missed the Olympic tryouts, or was going to try out, something like that.
- He was a marine. Um, no. You worked on a Marine base, perhaps. As a civilian.
- He’s modeled with Cindy.
- “Age is just a number”. What the hell does that mean?
- “My body looks like I’m 20″. Only if the people looking at you are drunk or have cataracts.
- “If Calvin Klein wanted it he would put it up on a billboard”. He doesn’t, and he won’t.
Here’s a montage of the Many Emotions of Marcus II:
Even Kristin doesn’t like this guy. Happily, that’s the last we see of him.
I don’t care if there’s rohypnol in this, I just want to NOT HEAR HIM.
We’re back briefly to see Heifer buying PBJ a Baby Dior outfit and a Hummer.
Which in a couple of years will look like this:
Over to Garri Dance Studio, where Alex is going to teach Amanda and Marcus (I) the tango. They irritate the hell out of Alex, but do manage to pick up the steps and have fun.
Work with me, people!
I’m so sultry!
Elsewhere, Kristin, Shaun, Shayla and Lucy are sitting outside. We learn that Shaun got the business tax registration for Kristin, and he’s – not she’s – been brainstorming ideas like getting a website. Lucy suggests “Beverly Hills Nanny Society” as a name, and there’s discussion as to whether “Society” is too elitist. For Beverly Hills.
Glasses = smart!
Justin and Lindsey, meanwhile, are meeting men. Well, he’s introducing her to them. So far we see one guy who’s a dud, and another she likes, but who is likely gay. So a complete success, then!
Hands off, sister, he’s mine!
Lucy and Curtis are dining with Tricia and Byron, her husband. Tricia says she was expecting a “manly guy” and instead found a “deer-like fellow”. Byron tries to conect with Curtis, but he’s not having any of that, instead complaining he doesn’t like cities and can’t stand being in a car. Then why the hell do you live in LA, car capital of the universe? Lucy keeps finishing his sentences but it seems painful for her. Byron tries again, and asks Curtis what he’s into. Curtis says he has a dog and shaved half of it. OK, why? for what reason? Any elaboration there? Nope. Wow, what a complete antisocial dud. I can see why Lucy wants him around, he’s so sparkling and charming. What a wit! Why, he’s a real raconteur. Asshat, this is your girl’s boss, could you make even a half-baked effort on her behalf?
Really, that Unibomber guy is more outgoing.