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the worst date in the history of the world
I’m not usually one for reality TV. It gives me too much anxiety. I can proudly and condescendingly say that I’ve never seen an episode of The Bachelor or The Bachelorette. But last year I was living with my cousin Erin and she introduced me to the show “Married at First Sight”. I was blown away by the contestants’ stupidity to put their blind trust into some “experts” and marry someone they’ve never met before. It was the first time I understood what draws people into reality TV — it’s a train wreck you can’t look away from.
Erin and I would get drunk off boxed wine, watch the show, and put our commentary on my Instagram Stories. We had a great time. But the show wrapped up and we didn’t find another show to replace it. And I forgot about reality TV.
Until this February when Love is Blind came out on Netflix. I didn’t know anything about the show, including the premise. I was reluctant to start it but everyone was posting about it on Instagram and one Thursday night, I submitted.
Instantly, I was hooked. I couldn’t look away from the train wreck, which is the reason we all gravitate to reality tv. I watched the first three episodes right away and I was a ball of energy. Feeling like I needed someone to talk about it, or just talk in general, I went to the bar.
