Time for the big ol’ dates! Nasia and Jim2 meet first, on some random street in LA where a skydiving booth thingie is set up. Like, where they shoot air up and you float around on it without having to actually jump from a plane? That thing. Nasia dreads this activity a little bit. Jim2 loves it, of course. But he gets territorial about the skydiving guy copping a feel on his date. (The same guy touched Jim2 in the exact same places. Nasia didn’t seem to care.)
Nasia’s not happy because the air blew her face all over the place, and now her hair’s a wreck. Can’t blame the girl. She got all dolled up for the date, and then that??
Jim2 talks just a smidge too slowly. It’s just weird. And, really, how did I miss that flesh beard this whole time?
Patti checks in with Jim1 to see what he’s planning for Selma. Of course he’s just going to show off everything he’s got going on at work. Because he’s not going to lead with his money, right? Right.
Selma arrives via limo at Jim1’s studio, and he brings her right to some photographer’s studio, where they do couples portraits. They hold hands, they fondle torsos, they smooch on cheeks and then on the lips. Jim’s totally into it, and Selma’s so easygoing (and booby), she has a great time. (No, being booby has nothing to do with it.)
Jim2 meets Nasia after their skydive date, presumably after they’ve had time to clean up a little. She’s in a teeny tight dress and he’s in jeans/buttondown. He’s brandishing a beautiful arrangement of flowers, really unique, with what looks to be lilac and hydrangea. Nasia doesn’t acknowledge them until he wags them in her face. Her hair is too long.
Jim and Nasia sit down for dinner and conversation is BAD. He asks her about her coming to the US for the first time, things she’d done in NYC, etc. She misunderstands some questions because of the language barrier, but Jim said earlier that he thought that was kinda hot. You can tell that he’s starting to change his mind on that.
Dinner comes, and her table manners aren’t great. She’s holding the knife and fork really awkwardly, and is she sitting way too low at that table? (Not her fault, the chair?) She’s talking and gesticulating with the dinnerware in her hand, and Jim2 is having a silent conniption. The way he describes it, she’s standing on the table in bare feet, peeing on things and farting on his salad. No, she’s just…using her hands to talk, while they happen to be holding a fork and knife. Jeez.
Jim2 asks, basically, how clean her house is, and it’s obviously not going to be neat like his house. I mean, come on. She says there are shoes everywhere and clothes, because she’s always in a hurry. And you can tell he’s just like, “CHECK PLEASE!” He’s firmly entrenched in the asshole camp now. His commentary about her waving around her cutlery was enough (he REALLY didn’t care for it), and this seals the deal.