There’s an abundance of those shows on TV,
The ones where strangers meet in circumstances
Different to the normal ones that hold the world in place.
One day, I applied for one. The type with food,
Cooking to be precise.
I made it on.
He cooked for me in his London flat, with camera crew
Packed into the space. Hardly romantic,
And I found myself perspiring, needing a drink.
I downed a gin and tonic, before he served a starter.
Soup, velvety and smooth,
Then chicken with a white wine sauce
And chocolate sundae for dessert.
He didn’t pick me as his favourite,
He went for Becky, a gorgeous blonde who laughed
At all his jokes and touched his leg, underneath the table.
I shouldn’t care, but I do,
Rejected on TV, an audience there
To watch my red faced shame. I’ll never go again,
On a dating show.
Margot Kinberg
I honestly couldn’t possibly imagine myself going on one of those shows. There’s just too much awkwardness, even on a date that goes well. And the competition thing? No, thanks.
patientandkindlove
I know, it’s sometimes toe curling to watch. And they never seem to work.
Ihearthula
This is great.
patientandkindlove
aw thanks
Lotus Laura
I’m not sure if it’s actually possible for “true love” to exist in the context of competitive public entertainment.
patientandkindlove
I know, those shows are pretty terrible. Amazing to watch, but not great odds for a lasting relationship!
clcouch123
I’m sorry it went the way it did. I saw an hour of reality, so-called, TV a while ago as a favor to a student. So I’m pretty ignorant about the medium. I guess such a show could be fun if it weren’t for the exaggerated emphasis on winning and losing. That’s too bad.