The first potential disaster is Benjamin from Switzerland. I had never been in love before and, like any gay man, was looking for a “masculine, strong man.” He says he “usually ghosts” after a date, which in itself would be enough to get him before the ICC, but Benjamin says it with a touch of pride: it sells well.
With most B&B full of loveCandidates, the fear of commitment starts around the third episode. Not so with Benjamin. Firefighter Nicky – handsome, tall and masculine – just has to show up or he can pack again, because Benjamin sees nothing but red flags.
In the preview for the second episode we see the next candidate, a smooth and determined boy. “Would you like to go skiing with me?” He asks (very smart: give space to say no). Benjamin looked at him with a sad look: “Ah, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”
The second problem case is Guido. Guido has been living in northern Sweden for years, and it's cold there. “-35, sometimes -40,” he says comfortably. “Women should be able to handle that.” There are more things that a woman should be able to tolerate, because Guido doesn't like women who hate everything. The trend depicts two severed chicken legs on a rope.
Guido's first wife, Margaret, sits cheerfully in the rental car. “How wonderful this peace is,” she said. When she arrives, it's all over immediately, because after a short tour, Guido is ready to feed her a piece of moose heart. Margaret takes a bite and doesn't complain. “Well, I just did it!” Guido says. Behind his victory there is also some disappointment, because he wants to remain the toughest here.
The next test item is the external toilet. Margaret looks a little difficult, but she still doesn't make a sound. “This is the most romantic thing I could give her, a traditional Swedish stool box,” Guido says. I'm afraid that's true.
Only after offering to smoke a turkey leg tomorrow does something happen in Margaret. “I just need to process it,” she says after a pause. Guido immediately cheered up. Finally, the lady stammered a little, Now it's going to be fun. Anyone who still has doubts can see where we stand: we're dealing with a sadist here.
Back to Switzerland, because that's where the third crazy person lives: real estate agent Saul. An introductory ad in which he cruises the village on his quad bike, admiring “all the beautiful houses I've sold,” generated a flood of potential estate agent wives. His ex-wife also turned himself in. “It's welcome,” says Saul, who thinks not in terms of problems, but in terms of opportunities.
20-year-old Amy Rose could take the lead. The sleigh comes with six pieces of luggage and a pair of skis on her shoulder. It's exactly the level of helplessness that Saul can handle well. He offers her a “princess seat” in his SUV (you immediately hear he's said that before), puts her Louis Vuitton bag in the trunk and escorts her to his Scandinavian-decorated apartment.
There he showed Amy Rose that real estate agents aren't completely crazy after all. As she stands behind the stove in a mint green yoga outfit, ready to show that she understands proportions, Saul says, “I'll see about that later. That I'll be a housewife and you'll work.” He moves the pan and looks at it to see if she's hit the jackpot.
