Last night, the Channel 4 programme ‘Married at First Sight’ reached its finale. 1500 contestants applied to take part in an experiment to see if love can be forecasted and people can be matched by ‘experts’. The programme ended with two couples getting married, having never met each other before, and living as man and wife.
One of the couples gave it a go and seemed to get on reasonably well (although there were certainly no fireworks, more a case of ‘sod it, we get on Ok, let’s see what happens) the other couple, barely ten minutes into the honeymoon – realised there was absolutely no chemistry and, despite, on paper, being ‘perfectly matched’ essentially spent the entire experiment living separate lives.
Needless to say an old cynic like me wasn’t surprised at the outcome.
And, it won’t shock you to hear, that I found it less a fascinating experiment of love and connection, and more a depressing testament to how desperate so many people still are to be in a couple, or, more simply put, how scared they are of being alone.
The worst thing about the programme was Jason.
What. A. Tool.
For those of you who missed it, Jason was paired with Kate, a very pretty brunette, who came across as nice, kind and by all accounts, willing to give it a go.
Jason, on the other hand, was a thin-lipped little prick (never trust a man with thin lips)
He didn’t fancy Kate, and realised that soon in. That in itself wasn’t the problem. The problem was that, less than three weeks into the ‘marriage’, he was back on Tinder.
It literally makes me want to weep – and epitomizes everything I hate about modern-day dating. He couldn’t even muster it up within himself to give Kate the respect she deserved, by at least seeing the experiment through until the programme finished, before crawling around on Tinder, swiping his way around other women.
Going back online when you haven’t even had the balls to wrap up the relationship you are in, doesn’t make you a player or a stud, it makes you a w***ker with no manners – and with serious issues of your own that you can’t have a months breathing space on your own, between relationships.
Being on Tinder three weeks in says a terrifying amount about, not only his neediness and lack of confidence, (really?? three weeks??) but the disposability in which people see relationships these days. Why bother investing in any sort of commitment and effort when you could be swiping anonymous faces on a dating app?
And the fact that he was on a programme to marry a stranger makes it even more priceless – marrying a stranger than cheating on her by try to pull more strangers. You literally couldn’t make it up .
What is wrong with people (read: men) these days?
Whatever happened to a bit of respect and giving things a chance?
Or am I stuck in the dark ages?
I wouldn’t criticise anyone from walking away from a relationship, hell life’s too short, especially to stay with someone you’ve never met before your wedding day.
But jumping from woman to woman *when you’re being filmed live for national TV* is needy, cringe-worthy and depressing.
If Jason wants a relationship he might want to consider maning up a bit and realising that you set your own standards of respect.
Do unto others and all that jazz.
Actually, scrap that – he got married in a tartan suit.
He deserves to be single forever.