The First Dates television program has been on the air for seven years thanks to the inability of so many Spaniards to remain single and an unhealthy audience of married people, unscrupulous people who laugh at others following in their footsteps and the procession.
The program has merit! 8,300 appointments on the air! And only eight weddings! Who knows if a penalty...
From here I congratulate those responsible for First dates and the thousands of optimists who have agreed to have a first date on television and not in one of those restaurants to share. This is called honor, courage and aspirational spirit.
Do I watch the Cuatro program? Very little. I suffer what is not written because before sharing a dinner, the lovebirds explain what they are looking for, how authentic they are and that is where anguish enters me.
–I am sincere: I release what I think. I am looking for a tall man without lorzas who makes me laugh, who knows how to treat me and who likes to dance (except reading Galdós).
Immediately afterwards, the applicant appears, shirt untucked, colored glasses and a face of disaster.
I am a diamond in the rough. I am looking for a woman-woman –that is, not bearded– to share experiences (The snoring thing, not a thing).
And so, without first examining themselves in the mirror, the candidates claim their own, without realizing that comedians are highly sought after and for experiences, the income statement. Such that in life itself.
The program resists because living as a couple is overrated and the market is fatal, especially for those who demand a lot and offer less.
To top off the discomfort, then there are the expressions, the taunts and certain disturbing ways of holding the fork, halfway up, which anticipate the failure of the date, around a table served by waiters who are called "boys" to the old people.
In this way, and without getting off the domestic bus, the audience can empathize, make forecasts and go to bed with their partner with the peace of mind that she is not that woman who calls for war and peace, aspires to what is not written and is more cheesy than A cabbage. Or vice versa.
