For the Love of Ray J 2

"This is so pretty, the glasses, the salads, the candles"

FTLORJ is back. Unfortunately, Ray did not find love with Cocktail. So VH1 has kindly offered him another chance to find love. Full Disclosure: I wish I had tried out for this show.

The show opens with a ride to the house and Alison paints a target on her chest immediately by saying she dated Tyson Beckford. Girl, haven't you seen these shows? You know what happened to the Russian girl last season.

Once at the house, the girls get beds, get drunk, and talk shit. Ray arrived at the house with some champagne and Leila is officially stupid, "I see Ray and uh huh oh yayaya" Alison expected him to be taller.

Next up: Nicknames!
Luscious (maybe, appropriate? but celibate)
Gifts (large boobs or STDs?)
Exotica (from Cape Verde and a stripper)
Platinum (because she is white)
Diego (because she is a mexican man)
Popper (booorrrrinnnngg)
Just right (money to get to the finals)
Heartbreaker (her vagina is a vice)
Extra (extraghetto, extra horrible)
Flossy (?)
Lava (pompeii, anyone?)
Caliente (this girl does not understand english)
Trouble (humps the table?)
Paradeez (boobs again)
Tipsy (drunk bitch; "great, he thinks I am drunk, well I am")
Adorable (money to win)
Jaguar (no words)
Mz Berry (she does look like her but is wearing a flight suit)
Fetticcini (serious death sentence when he names you after a filling and mostly tasteless starch)

Ray had some time with Caliente, a hot woman who is ESL and works for Playboy (probably in the accounting department, right?) and with the border patrol? Does she find that slightly demanding doing both?

Just Right might also be a stripper, but that is really par for the course with these shows. And I don't have any problem with strippers. Diego is booorrrring and a mexican man and wants to know the top 5 R&B artists? Do people actually think about that? The artists are make or break for her? Do people like that actually exist? Funniest part, is that he is completely condescending to her. NICE.

End of the show: Fetticcini goes home. Duh. Next week, more stuff.