It really highlighted how rubbish the 'science' of matching is.
Richard/Dick seems to me to want to replicate a template of 1970s suburban/sitcom family life. He's got a stolid, conventional view of relationships/family and an olf-fashioned view of masculinity (including fashion! socks with sandals!! washed out M&S Tees) he's nice enough if you carve the stability of marrying your pipe-smoking uncle. So, if you've lived a life of being a bad girl who loved being dumped by bad boys and now you want to settle down, you might think he's your man - good luck, he probably would have put up with anyone in a gentle cardigany way - it's not what Harriet wants though.
He's got the job, the house, the dog, the hobbies, now he knows there's something he forgot... ah! the wife! Any wife'll do. Long as she don't cause too much fuss.
Two weeks of standing on his discarded Lego pieces would drive me up the wall. The long evening silences as you try to drag out any information from him... wrong, wrong, wrong.
Ben - personality disorder of some kind. Issues with the training and fighting. Didn't think Steph was glam/hot enough for him. Run Steph. Stay a long way away.