90 Day Fiance Recap: Meet Cortney
This week on 90 Day Fiancé: Before 90 Days Darcey worried Jesse might have a controlling side, Sean brought underwear for Abby, Paul met Karine, and Cortney explained who she met a man who might be a porn star online.
DARCEY AND JESSE
Five minutes after she landed in Amsterdam, Darcey turned to Jesse and let him know she felt like she was home. It was unknown how she planned to tell her two daughters, whom she left back in Connecticut that they would need to pack up their things and spend the remainder of the school year living with a stranger in a studio apartment in the Netherlands. Once they arrived at his apartment he politely asked if he could blindfold her so that she would be surprised upon entering a 300 square foot living space decorated like a nightclub. “Oh, look, there are balloons,” she said of the deflated children’s party decorations situated around the bed. “Look, I got new satin sheets,” he told her because she had complained that cotton ones caused her hair to frizz. She looked at the faux restaurant candles and wondered where she would place her mounds of luggage. “I know you told me to bring just one suitcase,” she whined, “but I didn’t know what to pack. Maybe I can keep them behind the curtains?” Jesse clenched his fists and walked towards the strobe light in the kitchen. He wondered how much money she would lose if she changed her flight back home.
Though he was sexually attracted to Darcey he wondered if the way she enjoyed living in chaos was cultural or just her personality. He was so used to living in a box confined by military regulations and personal training goals. On their first day together he disallowed her from taking a nap and forced her to recreate a scene from the Tour de France around Amsterdam. “Come on,” he screamed while quickly peddling down a sidewalk and then quickly down an alley. He alerted her that her slow bike ride only helped her to burn 55 calories. “Uh, babe, I don’t know where I am going,” she screamed back. She tried not to let her hair extensions get wound in the bike spokes. He immediately worried she was already expecting an engagement, which was a realistic concern given the fact she admitted she wore a costume jewelry ring and band and she inquired about the wedding rates at a local park.
“We are more sober,” he explained of the Dutch, “and Americans tend to exaggerate.” For example, a pretty shitty plate of vegetables drizzled in olive oil was the best meal they have ever had. Dutch women were also typically less maintenance. Keeping Up With the Kardashians had yet to infiltrate their culture because women rarely got lip or butt injections, they applied mascara to their own eyelashes, and they didn’t travel with a bag filled with foundation and highlighter sticks. “I like it better when you wear no makeup,” he told her their first night in bed offering to wipe her face. “O—kay,” she replied, “I just wanted to look cute before we had our first moment.” In other words, she wanted to look like the person in all the photos she had sent him and not like a 42 year-old whose body had given birth to two kids. She compromised by leaving on her fake lashes and making sure the lights were kept on a dimmer.
The next day after she blistered her feet in stilettos on a cobble stone street she asked why he had not already changed his Facebook status. “Almost all of my friends know who you are,” he replied. “He’s still a little bit of a mystery,” said Darcey, especially since she had not yet had the opportunity to go through things while he was at work.
Abby was thrilled Sean had come to Haiti, not because she necessarily loved him, but because he brought for her 190 pairs of underwear and lounge pants she could resell for profit. “I have already spent $12,000 on this relationship,” he explained though Abby was technically also seeing another man suffering through a midlife crisis. He gave her a computer and iPad so that she would be able to take care of her bills (and those of her parents and siblings and friends). “It’s raining panties,” she said as she threw the lingerie he’d lugged through several airports for her in the air.
Paul sat quietly with his 4 trunks of medical supplies and camping gear worried Karine would not come to meet him. She had spent the moments before his arrival assuring her mother that the blonde haired blue eyed man she’d met via a Latin American dating app would not come back to their hut and murder them. Upon their first site she collapsed into his skinny arms and they both searched for words in the same language to explain their joy. Karine’s sister introduced herself to Paul and he nodded his head at her. Later they used his cell phone, which was rapidly running out of battery, to discuss plans for a pickup drive to take them back to visit her family.
Cortney, a 26-year-old woman from Orlando had long been tired of the dating scene in Orlando, home to thousands of former theater actors working as Disney princes and backup dancers. She decided to spend her 25th year traveling the world after working two and a half brutal years in the American workforce. “Other cultures have deeper family values,” she explained, which skimmed over the fact many cultures live in oppressive conditions. The man she had been only texting for the last few months appeared in photos to look like a Spanish fashion model. “It’s weird,” she noted to her parents and two friends, “every time I have asked to do FaceTime or Skype he’s had plans and he’s always working.” Cortney’s Indian friend pulled her aside and reminded her of the time she was catfished by a man living in India. “Remember when you showed me his picture and I told you he was actually an actor in Bollywood?” “Oh, yeah, there was that,” she answered back.
Despite having no proof of Antonio’s true identity she pressed forward with plans to fly to Spain to meet the man she’d already considered her future husband.
Abby can’t remember Sean’s name.
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