A word about MAFS... Part 2

Shall we again?

Remco
Shall I start with Remco first? That poor boy. He really has a sense of humor, truly. You could see that in his response to the question fries or pasta. ‘I just heard that this is fries on Saturday night.’ I thought that was quick-witted. And friendly. Imagine being paired with Paula; absolutely lovely, eyes to drown in, sporty just like him. Everything smells like rose petals soaked in honey, in short, and then there is... Your mother-in-law. With her quiz questions. She had already asked you those, but to complete the humiliation, she presents the dilemmas to you again during dinner. And she has her mustachioed man take notes. ‘We count this well.’ And as if that wasn't terrible enough, this royal couple that you call your in-laws lives across from Paula. Opposite. OPPOSITE. If you thought you hit the jackpot, Remco, you are now back to square one.

And how bad is it if your wife says this about you: ‘He is bald... Neat... He answers when you ask something.’

Oh, I am so incredibly team Remco. With his handsome little boys too.

Wichian
Oh Wichian, I understand that it is all very exciting, but may I say one thing? If a woman, your wife in this case, tells you that her previous boyfriend was in a coma for ten days after an accident and then passed away, you need to react. A hand on a knee, a glance, a sigh. Something. Oh, oh, oh.

And keep saying ‘sweetheart’ the whole time. That's not how it works, Wichian.

Cathalijne and Laura
I already find them sweet before they even met. That Cathalijne doesn't want to know her fiancé's name but would much rather get a hint about how to make her feel comfortable; isn't that real love?

What I find remarkable is that everyone, upon hearing Laura's southern accent, talks about a possible distance problem. People, just because you have an accent doesn't mean you still live in that area, secondly, there is such a thing as moving, and C: the Netherlands isn't that big either. Anyway.

Martijn and Nicole
A day without conflict seems to be Nicole's motto. There is certainly a lot of frustration. Probably because hope in love doesn't quite match up. I have the impression that Martijn is hesitant, or maybe he isn't hesitant at all and just doesn't see it. Nicole seems to be wavering between flirting and stamping her feet. She really wants to, but when Martijn pulls back, she goes off the rails. With throwing the wine in his face as the low point.

How brilliant was this:

Carlo asking Paula's father: ‘Are you satisfied? Everything alright?’

Carlo standing on Paula's mother's foot.

Martijn reporting on the wine incident and saying: ‘And it was good wine too.’

How funny is Remco's Insta post with a photo of him with fries and pasta and the text: ‘I couldn't choose this weekend.’

Am I the only one who finds it quite rude that the sexologist asks the couples if they have ‘been intimate’ yet? Do I want to know that? Do those poor people have to share that with us too?

See you next week!

Image: RTL