This past Friday, Igwe and I sat down and enjoyed one hour of a new dating show on TV. It’s called First Dates, and it’s executively produced by Ellen DeGeneres and narrated by Drew Barrymore. Although we had previously seen previews of the shows, we honestly did not intentionally watch it. It just so happened that our TV was stationed on NBC at that time. The show comes up on Fridays at 9:00 PM EST, and it follows several first [blind] dates happening at various times at the same Chicago restaurant.
Right now, only one episode has aired, which was the episode we saw, and even before we got to the end, we had a favorite couple – the elderly couple, a widow and a widower. I cried watching them connect, but that’s beside the point.
Watching the other couples though, I had many moments where I just cringed for them because of the sheer awkwardness and/or something not-too-smart that the other person said. For example, there was this guy named Woody who went out with a girl, and I’m so glad that at the end, he was honest enough to tell her that he did not want to see her again. He also added that the sex would be great, but that he did not want to see her, and I couldn’t blame him. It was only the first date and she had already raised her glass to marriage and told him about her boob job. Add to that, she also said she believes that the man should always pay for the date. Too much too soon.
Anyway, it reminded me of when I was single and dating. At first, it was really fun. So fun that in the middle of a relationship, I’d wish I had someone new to talk to, just so that I’d get that initial excitement of meeting someone new again. But eventually, it became really tiring. Spending long hours on the phone with someone and/or going out on a date, only to find out after fifty-six hours of your life that the person you’ve been talking to has a warped sense of what it means to be a wife. He thinks women should shut up and sit down. So, now, you have to cut him off and start all over again. Or you find out that he’s a pathological liar. Once more, you have to cut him off and start all over again. Exhausting.
I got married in my mid-twenties, and I remember that when Igwe and I first started talking, we talked a lot about how we were both tired of meeting new people and getting to know them. I know it makes it sound like we had a lot of people that we were talking to, but it was not the case at all. For example, Igwe was actually [technically] the only guy I was talking to, but I just wished that I could tell where it was going immediately because I did not feel like getting excited for nothing again. If it was not going to work out, I wanted to know immediately, so I could move on. But if you know about our story, then you’d know that I fought Igwe with everything I had because I did not want to date him. Look how that turned out. Oh, and you can watch our husband/wife tag where we briefly discussed it. The video is embedded at the end of this post.
These days, I hear of horror dating stories that make me thankful that I’m not single. It’s not that the horror stories have gotten more horrible than before really, but that I am now older and less patient and less likely to sit through dinner if you have nonsense spewing out of your mouth. Even on Facebook, I cannot seem to take foolery. I have been unfriending people whose status updates I considered stupid. I just don’t have the strength to read annoying statuses. How then would I go on a face-to-face date with an annoying man?
All that being said, I have never been on a blind date, and I think it’s too late for me now. Have you ever been (or would you go) on a blind date?