Rafe Judkins is the most unRafelike guy ever. When I think of the name ‘Rafe’, I think of dashing sorts with an air of danger around them. And not just because of Ralph Fiennes either. So it’s rather disappointing to see the name Rafe and then it belongs to this guy.
He’s a Mormon but that’s ok, because listen to this. He was raised in a Mormon family of more than 77 cousins. Heh, just kidding. It wasn’t 77, that’s a ridiculous number. It was only 60.
His mother is a free-spirited artist and his father is a wacky inventor. He spent his childhood traveling around the country in a van and possibly solving mysteries along the way. His childhood is probably being pitched as a sitcom to a network as we speak.
He works as a wilderness guide and takes his job very seriously. So seriously that he believes you haven’t experienced a place until you’ve slept on the ground and woken up to the sunset there.
His hero is his mother for having him. Well, he says a bunch of other stuff about her being brilliant and charming and able to do anything with her life, but the gist of it is that she didn’t and had him instead, making her awesome.
Oh and he's gay, but it doesn't say so in the bio. I read it in the You just so you know I'm sucking this out my thumb. His bio is interesting enough without having to make things up about him.
Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more quirkiness from Rafe, he also says he is most proud of his ability to play Ode To Joy on the piano with his toes.
To put it mildly, he is odd. But in a good way. He sounds oddball enough to be fun without being obnoxiously so, so I think I’ll like him. As long as it comes naturally and he doesn’t try to hard to stand out and be eccentric.