Love. I have a new obsession with Millionaire Matchmaker. I love watching people go on first dates, especially when they have a ton of money to throw at them.
Worst first date ever on the show was when a guy who owned this junk business, decided to test his date by taking her on a junk pick up. Ugghh!
Best first date was when the guy flew the girl to Vegas just for dinner at a fabulous restaurant (soooo Pretty Woman).
The whole premise of the show is setting rich people up on dates with normal (although extremely attractive) people in order for them to find their b'sheirt (soulmate). Patti, is a third generation shadchen (matchmaker), who has a natural ability to say it like it is, and make romantic connections.
I just love that she is jewish and that I want to sing Fiddler of the Roof every time I watch that show. Also, my yiddish is getting much better, which is good because I am a Shiksa (non-jewish woman) marrying a jew (a non-religious jew, but a jew nonetheless).
Anyway . . . I can't think of a better way to clear my brain of law jargon than to watch two people act awkwardly while on an amazingly extravagant first date. Maybe it is the escapist in me, but it is awfully nice to get at least my mind out of the icy Midwest and on a sailboat in the Pacific.
That said, I must get back to my reading. Thank you for the break.
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