Back in the wilderness, before Jackie could sleep in the snow, you dragged her back inside.

Jackie was moping, saying she’d never find love after Jeff (read: after Shauna). It turned into a joke. You made a pact: If you were single at 30, you’d marry each other.

You’re 29 now. Jackie has a boyfriend. You’re in love with her, but can’t tell her. You’re trying to get Jackie to dump Chris so you can fulfill the pact.

“Black or green?” Jackie asks, holding up two dresses for your opinion.