Second Date Update.

It's a well-documented fact on this show that Brooke does not respect people who ride the bus.

What?

I ride the bus with my kids.

I don't want to say that she thinks they're beneath her.

What are you talking?

She just definitely doesn't think that they're on her level.

Oh, okay.

That's probably the best way to put it.

I feel like Jeffrey's always putting his own feelings on me.

It is a little bit crazy.

I'm just saying I'm a little bit worried for this call because we have a woman on the phone who apparently rides the bus to work all the time.

That's great.

I know it's probably too much for me to ask you to be non-judgmental doing this, but can you at least try and keep it civil and not spit on the floor when I say her name? You're so down. Although, you know what? There is probably usually spit in bodily fluids on the floor of the bus. So maybe it make her feel like she's at home. Very true. Let's welcome Trisha to the show. Trisha, how you doing? I'm doing well. How are you guys doing? What a terrible intro, Trisha. You riding the bus is just fine. Did you hear how she said that with such disdain? It's fine. Her publicist told her she has to be like nicer. I've had boyfriends that only rode the bus.

She broke up with all of them immediately. Oh, my God. I'll tell you that. But, Trisha, we're going to try our best to be on your side here. Tell us about why you emailed for a second date update. Who'd you go out with? All right. So his name is Dave. Okay. I met him on the bus. So what happened was sometimes I'll see the same kind of characters on the bus every day, but this guy hadn't met before. He sat next to me. Didn't think much of it. But then the bus had like some kind of problem with the engine. I don't know what it was. Brooke cut the wires before she left for work or so. So the bus stalls. We were hanging out there. So, of course, you know, we start talking to each other. He's next to me. It seems like a really nice guy. He's like, listen, I'm already late for work. Let's just go meet up for coffee. I like that. Instead of, I'm already late for work, we should call, you know, somebody to come get us. Let's just screw it. Right. And I was like, yeah, he seems lovely. And so anyway, we go to the coffee.

It's just screw it. Right. And I was like, yeah, he seems lovely.

And so anyway, we go to the coffee. It's just a quick thing, but we get our cups of coffee. We exchange numbers. Okay. So it was like more than just a friendship thing. Yeah. I mean, I felt like why would he give me his number otherwise or ask me to coffee? Did you do that like romantic thing where you guys sip out of each other's coffee cups?

Like? felt like why would he give me his number otherwise or asked me to coffee. Did you do that like romantic thing where you guys sip out of each other's coffee cups?

We did not.

Or you do that thing where you interlock your arms and take a sip.

Hoping not to spill scalding hot coffee down the front of the other person.

I don't expect Brooke to understand what romance looks like, but I sure do.

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