This seems interesting; I'm in!
Bret, Jemaine and Murray
Marry: Bret. He's sweet, and skinny guys are more my type, but honestly, someone ought to give the poor lad a proper "education"...

Date: Jemaine, because he's witty, dashingly handsome (in an anti-Bret way), and partially also to know what colour his business socks really are.
Dump: Murray. Due to the fact that he is out of touch regarding nearly everything, and also due to the Very Stiff Competition
trefusis mentioned.
Dave, Eugene and Doug
Marry: Doug. He seems safe. Nice. Eager to please...or in Mel's case, appease.
Date: Dave, just to see how long he'd put up with me arguing and correcting every misguided point of his before trying to get me to sleep with him. (I don't know, but that just seems like his style, dating-wise.)
Dump: Eugene. Anyone who gives lessons on "How To Get
It Done" creeps me out a little.
Coco, Sally and Mel
Marry: Coco. She seems nice. And she likes food. That's more than anti-butter-Sally.**
Date: Mel...because she could make me laugh, and then scare the crap outta me.
Dump: Sally. What an idiot. Pretty, but shallower than a dried-up puddle.
Demetri, Todd and Ben
Marry: Ben. He's sweet, but a bit dim-witted, so bossing him around would be easy.
Date: Demetri. But only if he could teach me to play the keytar.
Dump: Todd. He strikes me as a...what's the word?...ah, yes...jerk.
Bryan PM, Greg and Jim
Marry: Greg. He seems like a decent chap.
Date: Bryan...if a greeting and handshake could count as a date.
Dump: Jim. His style of conversation (*cough*interrogation*cough*) puts me off.
Keitha, Brahbrah and Paula
Marry: Paula. She seems decent. Well, anyone who can turn down Bryan seems decent or sane enough.
Date: Brahbrah, just to get her some help. Searching for a dog for six years seems a little much...unless she uses that as her standard chat-up line.
Dump: Keitha. I don't need my place that filthy...much less everything stolen.
**I knew a girl like that in high school. She was in my French class, and once when the teacher was rhapsodizing about the cuisine of France and the "really great butter" churned over there, she raised her hand and asked "Do they also make margarine?"
