"Next up is Cecile," says Santagati, (with the two-handed finger-point). She picks a guy named Tim, who apparently gets his hair cut at the same place I do. He's a twenty-four-year-old fisherman from Kodiak. Never married. 6', brown eyes, hobbies are basketball and camping and I can't say I know any guys my age (twenty-six) or younger who are desperate to get married, except maybe for the hardcore Christian ones from my high school who got married as soon as they could because they supposedly don't believe in sex before marriage but obviously just wanted to get on with the rutting like the rest of us. Tim wants to start a family because it'd be nice to have someone to come home to when he's done fishing because it's a lonely house, and I hate to break it to Tim but Cecile didn't pay for a Beemer by sitting on her ass around the house all day waiting for her fisherman husband to come home. She reveals that she was attracted to his smile and thinks it would be interesting to talk to him and see if they're compatible and thank god she offered coherent reasons, unlike Karen.
Rebekah's turn. She picks a dude named Jim in a North Face jacket, and I don't care what anybody says, I think his toque is cool. She says she picked him because he seemed kind of cool and "kicked-back," but she qualifies her decision by saying, "Honestly, they were all bundled up and I was really worried about not falling into a crevasse," whatever that means. Jim's twenty-seven, and a server/chef. Never married, 6', blue eyes, and his hobbies are skating and cooking. He says -- I swear he says this: "My perfect wife would be just a girl I'm very impressed to look at all the time," and I thought maybe his toque was too tight. He adds, "And feel very honoured to be around," which is better, I guess.