God Bless You, NBC, for making my Mondays worth living! I woke up in the best mood this morning. At first, I thought maybe it was because my little chihuahua only woke up once in the middle of the night to be taken outside. But I had a looming feeling that something major was brewing.
I was sitting at the table with my husband, smiling stupidly over a bowl of cereal when it finally occurred to me just why I had gotten up with such a sunny disposition: the Age of Love is on tonight!
If you haven't seen it, shame on you. A moderate-to-decent-looking Australian bachelor/semi-known tennis player thinks he's going on a regular dating show where he will be scoring with thirty or so dumb and easy twenty-somethings, which is half true. In the
second episode, he was introduced to six 20-something bachelorettes, but in the first episode, he met seven 40-something women, looking for love.
These two groups of women are known as the kittens and the cougars.
There are five women remaining, which is why tonight will be so darn interesting.
One of the cougars keeps saying she is going to tell him she is not interested and feels no chemistry with him. But then, whenever he asks her to stay, she says OK. This tactic is completely transparent, and GOOD FOR HER for creating a safety net. At 39, though, she looks like she's had a rough decade, and is probably the next to go.
There are two more cougars, but one is completely forgettable, which is why I forgot her.
There are two "kittens" left, who both think they have won already, based on the solid relationship they have formed with our bachelor after three weeks of dating. One admits that she has already fallen in love (which the 40's find hysterical and creepy) and the other one looks like she's eleven (which
I find creepy).
In fact, the best looking woman on the show is the oldest, at 48. She is the assistant to the owner of the LA Lakers and a raging slut. She just may have this in the bag.
So, if you can watch or record the Age of Love at 9pm, I confidently promise you a mindlessly blissful hour of reality television at it's absolute finest.
If you are not a fan of reality TV, I will be expecting a 500-word essay on the dangers of being socially unaware and would appreciate a five minute visit to wesmirch.com, which is sort of like cnn.com for me, but much more important.
But like this:
